“Remember our childhood…”
Of our crazy races, with dancing,
Catching the dead leaves in fall,
Carried by gusts of wind,
Designed to draw them, in the folding.
With arms together, we did our punishment,
Perfectly mastering our multiplication,
Wiggling finger, for questioning,
Proud to learn a lesson, from our elders.
Of awards and prizes given school,
Offered on the platform of the sunny court,
Receiving a gift of beautiful books, blissful,
And a jealous eye, they received the winners.
Library, of roof sweet, pink,
Of encyclopedias, browsing the shelves,
With regarding, black and white, the pictures,
Happy to see them, eager to learn.
Happiness, coming out of the catechism,
Playing in the aisles of prisms,
Hidden among the thick bushes,
The church in sloping, with groves diffuse.
Our visits to the cemetery tombstones,
Placing bouquets of daisies and heather,
Unconscious and surprised to receive, after,
A downpour of rain, early, would defile them.
When we jumped the wall, illegal,
Pilfering ripe fruit from the orchard of our neighbor,
Guarded by an old, pointing strong, his cane,
Running, happy, overcoming the alarm.
In the woods, where we built a cabin,
The roof of leafy branches in vine,
Sleeping a night under a starry sky,
Jumping, to the sounds of hot July.
Of dinettes, to dolls, and swimmers,
Mimicking the actions of ingested food, laughing,
Taking our small porcelain cups,
And drinking, chatting pleasantly with quiet.
Scraps of wood and covers flexible
Where we were driving our cars invisible,
From the speed of an elbow,
Taking turns scented trails.
Walkways overlooking the city center party,
Which one descended with roller skating,
In barreling full speed, innocent of the danger,
Clinging to a plank, flush with the pavement.
One day you’re gone, and I cried my friend,
I loved you so much, your sweet company,
You moved, bearing our wanderings,
Never shall I forget, our beautiful childhood.
Joëlle Jean Baptiste