I went to a conference today, to listen to some poets speaking about their work. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and so when I got home I felt like writing a poem. First and foremost, I suck at poetry so please forgive me. Secondly, please remember, it was a spur of the moment thing. I'd still like to know what you think though, because it's only like my second ever readable poem.

Please, read, enjoy, and tell me what you think?

Childhood fades.

You remember when you were nine, how the dresses you wore

were sweeter than you mother’s sugar candy.

You remember when you used to play in the meadows, sniffing carefully

at the poppies and the buttercups at your fingertips.

The world back then, it seemed so innocent, so pure to your gentle

ears.

Your teenage years, they passed like a lightning strike; there one minute

and then next they had gone.

Faded into the oblivion of time and space,

captured only on the film reels your father kept in his study.

Now those films seem old, and vague, and the moments are fuzzy

and you often find you don’t remember the names of the boys

you fought so hard to please.

Now look at the curves of your face, slender and delicate

they have lost that innocent touch.

They are laced with laughter, and sorrow,

curves that you fought so hard to avoid once.

The red dress you wear now is not so different, really,

to the ones you once felt flowing about your knees.

There is but one small difference: that was then.

This is now.