Sweet Childhood of Mine

White, crisp, clear visions

Of a pure childhood;

Innocence at her best,

Dressed in royal finery,

Her hair silky,

Lavishly styled,

Smelling of blossoms.

Her shoes glittering

With the precious stones

Of a joyful heart.

The uninterrupted alto

Of a youth's musical laughter

Ringing out to bless the Heavens;

Cupid's harp touched by jealousy,

Smiling parents' ears attuned to the symphony.

Winds that smelled of coconuts,

And pineapples,

Of kittens

And puppies,

And a great grandmother

Who smelled of  honey and mint.

A tongue rolled around

A precious slab of milk chocolate,

A rosy faced doll

Sitting patiently

Awaiting her chance

At a lovely sample of sweet childhood

That crusts the exterior

Of a pan of freshly baked pastry

Across the way

From alien ship sized bowls

Of deliciously ripe mangoes;

Their juices throbbing

Beneath the surface

Of golden skin,

Beckoning

To this sweet childhood of mine.