Only in
sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Only in sleep Time is forgotten --
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.
The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild --
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Only in sleep Time is forgotten --
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.
The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild --
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
“If you carry your
childhood with you, you never become older”, quoted by Tom Stoppard.
This poem is about a
lady remembering her childhood friends in her dreams. Childhood days are the
most memorable days in anyone’s life. It is a touching piece which bridges the times
between our childhood and our today. I especially love the idea that sleep and
imagination are the only places where time cannot reach. The poem evokes such happy thoughts/memories
of my childhood.
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