We had so little
one set of uniform
and a pair of sandals
pencils short like cigarette butts
canvas shoulder bag full of patches
But we had colorful candy wrappers
bamboo sticks and string
to make kites
into a hope filled summer
I still remember him
stick skinny
swimming in this hand-me-down shorts
bare foot skipping on the hot tart road
launched his rainbow kite
into the tangerine sky
We cheered so loud
drown out the sound
of the foraging birds
We had very little
and we had it all
Flicker of Thoughts 
Yes, joy in childhood can come from so little. It’s amazing. Beautiful words, Cassa. 🙂
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We really didn’t grow up with toys or amusement parks, but we played in the neighbourhood all the time and had so much fun.
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How beautiful a poem that captures the essence of childhood! I especially love the imagery of “a hope filled summer”. ❤
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Thanks Layla!
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BTW I read your wonderful poem in Hidden in Childhood, friedship with a deer, what a sanctuary!
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Aww, thank you, Cassa!
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Wow Cassa, the imagery is absolutely stunning…takes you right to the scene you’re describing. And I LOVE the ending, that’s a powerful message of true happiness 🤍🤍
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Thanks Grace! 😊
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Aww, what a beautiful nostalgia trip. Little things from our childhood can really stick with us as adults.
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Little things give us strength. Thanks 😊
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So true. ^_^
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