innocence life poetry

Days of Innocence

The world was magical and life was beautiful

“Courtesy of Misa Ferreira de Rezende”

In the days of innocence

I saw my lifeless grandmother

Stretched out in a flower coffin.

I then discovered that death existed …

Only for grandparents.

In the days of innocence

I thought the babies were born spontaneouly,

It was enough to be married correctly.

And what about the number of children?

Well, this was with God,

For some He sent one, for others eight,

Ten, even twelve!

He sent only six to my mother!

I lived enchanted with the world

After school , just wear a shabby outfit

And go to the adventure of finding ripe mango

That was lavishly offered in our back yard.

My mother watched everything from the window

Full of laughter and joy.

The world was magical and life was beautiful

It was my innocence intact and genuine

My happy girl life.

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