Our childhoods left us with loads of trauma,
although we weren’t aware of it back then:
I’d land toy spaceships in a diorama,
and you wrote eighty pen pals with your pen.
Yet trauma which we carried would explode,
like lightning in our synapses, and thunder,
and each of us has felt we would implode
beneath the crushing anguish we were under.
We didn’t meet till we were fully grown,
until a ton of woes had made us groan.
Together now with all that we’ve withstood,
my love, let’s have a happy childhood.
Though past and present woes can weigh a ton
and we feel lost as though within a maze,
we can, like playful fledglings, still have fun
and with a sense of wonder be amazed.
We didn’t meet till we were fully grown,
until a ton of woes had made us groan.
Together now with all that we’ve withstood,
my love, let’s have a happy childhood.
We can’t return to ages that we’ve been
and wouldn’t want to do that anyhow,
but child-like fresh wonder can begin,
and with it we return from woe to wow.
We didn’t meet till we were fully grown,
until a ton of woes had made us groan.
Together now with all that we’ve withstood,
my love, let’s have a happy childhood.
@kerriwinter Feb 2022
oh, my goodness! this is amazing! what a beautiful, beautiful sentiment.