Pagosa Springs Artists

My Childhood

Contentment was the shelter found
Within my Dad’s commodious arms,
Within a cozy  favorite nook,
Within a new adventure book

Contentment was uncounted hours  
In playing dolls with my best friend, 
In riding bikes, or camped with a torch,
In family card games on our screened porch.


Contentment was the bonds I formed
Within the town I knew so well,
Within my school--a melded part,
Within a  family close at  heart.

 

 

first published in Penned From The Heart Devotional

also published in AllPoetry.com

©1997 Bonnie Manion

   

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