Posted in life, original

Days of Childhood

I remember….

When days were longer and the sun wasn’t as hot

Looking forward to summer and playing all day long

Danced and played in the rain

Running around, sweaty but with a huge smile on my face

Climb trees, scraped my knees

Flew a kite, learned how to ride a bike

Roller blading and falling and getting back up to try again

Yes, I remember those wonderful days

©Maria Michaela

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Posted in life, original

Getting

Getting older,

Getting younger,

Getting fatter, 

Getting slimmer,

Each year is different but one thing remains constant 

And that is the fact that another year has been added to this life of mine.
I raise my glass to what has been given to me

May the years of getting older be years of getting wiser

Posted in favorites, love

When I was Younger

I was young, well younger then

A girl of eleven years and pig tails

I remember it clearly even if it was back when

The world at my hands, nothing fails
And he, he was a friend of mine

Why I had a crush on him is beyond me

But at that time, he was my sunshine 

And it was crazy of me
But oh! That was years ago

And yet it would seem

He’s the one that got away

The one that I would have wanted to stay

Posted in original, Relationship

Brother (Younger and Annoying)

He annoys me,
Tests my patience
Yet I know he adores me.

He can be such an attention seeker
And very rarely is he quiet
Yet everyday my heart melts for him, stronger and weaker
All at the same time

Nonetheless, I love him truly
One of the greatest gifts I have, surely
A love and a bond that is for a lifetime
My friend, my brother

Posted in growing old, original

I’m Getting Old

I don’t like overcrowded places
And partying ’til dawn.
I don’t care to meet too many faces,
Sometimes it’s such a bore and I just want to yawn.

I spend more days at home
And work on my blog
I still socialize though not like the much younger years
Maybe it’s just me
Or maybe I’m just getting old