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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Childhood (09/03/09)

TITLE: Make Me A Child Again Just For Tonight
By Mariane Holbrook


Turn the clock backwards so I’ll still be THREE.
She’s “cute as a button,” folks said about me.
Chubby, round face and such fat,little knees,
A “Pillsbury Dough Girl” that you’d love to squeeze.

Let me be FOUR again, let it be so.
My dog won first prize at the village pet show.
One night at Revival, I stood brave and tall
And I sang alone; I was not scared at all.

I loved being FIVE when the streets had been tarred.
My mother would holler, “Get back in the yard!”
In winter the snow banks were taller than I.
My brother threw snowballs at me til I’d cry.

When I had turned SIX, Mama took me to school.
My teacher was mean and she often was cruel.
But I received something (I still have it, too),
A love note from Dickey which said, “I love you.”

At SEVEN I woke up on Christmas to see
A Burgundy snow suit was under the tree.
I loved that new snow suit, there wasn’t a doubt;
I wore it all winter ‘til it was worn out.

I liked being EIGHT in the Easter parade.
For a hat I wore Mother’s bright purple lamp shade.
At school I played sticks in the third grader’s band
And played my recital on a new Steinway grand.

When I was just NINE, I fell deeply in love.
Bill Spencer, a classmate, was all I dreamed of.
We sang well together; we thought we were cool.
And soon we were singing before the whole school.

I loved being TEN, in some ways still a child,
A dreamer by nature, and often beguiled.
Surrounded by siblings all older than I,
Sometimes I was raucous and other times shy.

But all this prepared me for one special day
When Jesus came in, washed my sins all away.
Though just a small child, I knew just what it meant.
He saves little children if they, too, repent.

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Janice Fitzpatrick09/10/09
This is very tender and I liked the growing years as childhood waned but memories for each passing year fondly remembered. Very nciely written. I like this and the ending brought it all together. :0)
Charla Diehl 09/10/09
Liked the progression of this cute poem. Good rhyme and meter throughout as the child told her story.
Loren T. Lowery09/11/09
The first word that comes to mind is cute; and then I think some more and I see an aging progression of knowledge until the ultimate wisdom is realized. I especially liked and know it must have been fun rhyming this particular stanza:" I liked being EIGHT in the Easter parade.
For a hat I wore Mother’s bright purple lamp shade"
Jan Ackerson 09/13/09
A charming poem that will appeal to anyone who's now quite a distance away from childhood!
Catrina Bradley 09/13/09
A great journey through childhood. Meter and rhyme are perfect (as ususal), and I love the end. Wonderful!
Chely Roach09/13/09
This was so fun, and perfectly constructed...I'd expect no less from you. Loved it!
Joy Faire Stewart09/13/09
I love this delightful poem, and the words of wisdom in the last stanza.
Bryan Ridenour09/14/09
Creative entry. Loved seeing the memories of passing years. Well done.
Gregory Kane09/14/09
Sweet. I was reminded of 'The End' by A A Milne:
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
Helen Dowd09/14/09
What can I say? Perfect! As always. I wish I lived closer, Mariane, I'd take lessons from you in rhyme and rhythm, as well as always having something on target and topic to enter in the challenges. You are a busy person with physical challenges, but that never stops you...You are #1 in my books...I loved your poem. Wish I could have been your childhood friend...Blessings!...Helen
Betty Castleberry09/16/09
Charming! I loved the lines about the streets being tarred. I can remember walking in the tar (don't remember burned feet, though), and my mother removing it with cold cream.

This was such a delight to read, with perfect rhyme and rhythm. Very well done.
Laury Hubrich 09/16/09
So cute. Love this poem.
Dee Yoder 09/16/09
I loved looking back on childhood through your eyes, Marianne. Beautiful poem!
Sherrie Coronas09/16/09
Very enjoyable! You either have a GREAT memory or wild creativity. Either way...great job!
Verna Cole Mitchell 09/17/09
With your outstanding creativity, as well as your delightful sense of humor, you never disappoint. I love this delightful poem!