
I look at it
The jar filled with chocolates
Each piece assorted
Wrapped with care
& I wonder how similar
It is with memories
Of my childhood
Coloured with innocense,
Heartfelt laughter & joyrides
The living in the moment
Close Friends & the fun games
sweet & nostalgic
years that flew by
before I could appreciate
& know that adulting is hard
those were infact the best days
I look at it, again
The jar filled with chocolates...

P.S.
- This post is a part of Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.
- April is called National Poetry Month. So I have taken up the #NaPoWriMo challenge & will be posting a poem daily this month. Hope you all enjoy reading them.
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Love,
Chinmayee
Your poem made me nostalgic. It took to those simple innocent days of childhood. Adulting is hard and how we always wanted to grow up as a child and now we know the truth, those were the best days indeed!
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Essence of childhood nostalgia nicely captured.
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It’s bad we have to grow up from childhood, isn’t it? 😉
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