Lost Childhood

Bright red ribbons holding neat long pigtails,
Pleated skirt showing bruised knee,
Sitting on the porch awaiting unread mails,
From lands so far, one can’t even see.

Short silky bouncy hair,
Adorning a bright cheery frock,
Writing furiously sitting on a chair,
Shaking legs wrapped in silken sock.

Memories cloud them thoughts,
Of playing games at twilight,
Of enacting plays thick with plots,
Of very many silly fights.

Each hoping against hope hopen,
Of returning to times of eternal childhood,
Hiding and seeking the other in a den,
Laughing in wonderment at times far too good.

As pen strokes fill white paper,
As waiting hands clutch unopened letters,
They each know that childhood is really over,
To reveal times that may be worse, may be better.

Amidst a deluge of emotions and mental turbulence,
They each embark upon the final journey,
Of leaving behind sweet girlhood in all its innocence,
Graduating into women creating their own destiny.

Pretty women entering a man’s world,
So many aspirations, so many hopes,
Revealing tales so far untold,
Scared and shy, yet marching ahead like antelopes!