Dear Childhood,
I know you always run beside me, barefoot, pointing
at another flower, asking what it’s called.
There are times, I miss that courage that I had to ask,
instead of telling off. that the dandelions
don’t belong on lawns, and blowing fluff is not allowed.
My child, I wish I could fall asleep like you; at will,
instead of counting heartbeats when I need my sleep.
I wish that I could climb in trees, peek-a-boo,
or giggle at a word like pee or poo. I sense your
disappointment… growing up is not accumulating
birthday-gifts, but every day between…
My child, I wish that you will never be adult,
and walk beside me, barefoot, giggling at
the absence of my tedious jokes.
For Karin at toads. A letter of sorts.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This resonates.
The child of me still lives inside, tis a shame I have to hide her…
Anna :o]
This is wonderful.
Oh my gosh, B. This is the cutest thing EVER!!! It makes my heart so happy to read this letter … especially “… or giggle at a word like pee or poo.” 🙂
I must have done it once…
Nice and cute, though time, alas, will always march on
I am so glad I allow my child to travel with me. I had a wonderful childhood and to be honest, I am reluctant to send it away. Is this a pic of you? You were so cute. 😊
It’s a very old picture… and yes it’s me
A super cute picture! And love the absence of tedious jokes! haha. Very sweet poem. k.
Oh, wonderful evocation of both the wonder and (lovely) silliness of childhood. it brings back such nice memories for me, not only of my own childhood but also of being the older sister of a “little brother” and later the mum of two little boys.
I try to let my inner child out every so often, so that I do not forget what it means. Love that photo!
I love it. And that child is still in there, kiddo.
Nice persoective, Bjorn. I believe there is a bit if boy in every man, and as well, a bit of small girl in every lady. I have toys, Mrs. Jim has some dolls. I do think, though, that the new toy for ladies is the portable computer. Mostly gaming.
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This is beautifully tender and heartfelt! How I wish we did’nt have to leave our childhood behind. That picture of you is adorable! 😊
very poignant!
Sweet and tender. Wish we would keep that child like spirit intact, that sense of enchantment, that excitement for the smallest of things … adulthood comes with way too many complications…
But I guess it’s up to us to keep nurturing our inner child.
Loved this one Bjorn.
Loved your childhood memories!
This is just the cutest poem ever. You should never let go of the child in you Björn
Much🌼love
How nice to recognize the things in oneself one misses the most!
I had a troubled childhood, but through it all I still had wonder. Your poem is beautiful, and I wish my little child inside could dance with me now.
This is beautiful. It captures so much of what I’ve been thinking these last few months. Thank you!
First of all – what a cute little child you were! And yes, we need to try and recall that child in us and let them out to play every once in a while…
This is so gorgeous. It does pay for adults to be more child-like sometimes. We filter too much and can be too polite. Directness can cause insult, but equally it can create fun and laughter. Get back to blowing dandelions.