Death of my Childhood Place

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Death of my Childhood Place

 

I miss the place so much

where I could climb trees

ate star apples and green mangoes

from fruit trees near our house                

 

bath in the river

made a raft

out from banana or bamboo trunk

go boating with my brother

and enjoyed swimming in the river

 

Where we made a makeshift dam

got some catfish

or played  with the tadpoles

and shooed away the frogs

 

and on rainy day

played with my childhood friend

creating pots and anything from the mud

forming clay vases and figurines

and enjoy the drizzles of the rain

 

But father sold the place

and we moved to an urban zone

where trees don’t bear fruits

and fruits are not on trees but on groceries.

and clays are beneath the cemented road

and during rainy days

people will not go out

and everyone seems so busy on

their business and their job

 

so in grief of my childhood place

and gone with it is my childhood stage

~Champs Ulysses Cabinatan