Carla M Childs

My Life's Journey Through Poetry Carla M Childs

My earliest memories of my childhood carries me back to when I was little girl not even two years old and walking with my grandpa. On our walk we crossed a small, shallow creek. I wanted grandpa to carry me across. He kept walking. I balked and sat down in the creek. Needless to say, he had the last word. I got up; dripping wet, and ran to catch up with him. I learned a valuable lesson very early about stubbornness and wanting my own way. Many changes have come about since I was in my youth - not all good changes - but not all bad. There has been so much violence in more recent years. Unsafe surroundings are prevalent now. I never grew up with fear of my safety, and miss that part of my life, and the security it offered. The attitude I see now is much more self-centered. I feel we have lost something more precious...love, trust, respect, and consideration for one another. All these times and events have helped direct the course of my life and influenced me in my poetry writing. How nice it would be to be able to take a midnight stroll, perhaps a walk in the park, sit by a stream, or just sit quietly and watch the sunrise or sunset. I have written poetry for years as a hobby and a release for the many pressures I've endured in my life. I have walked paths I did not know that led to roads I did not know, took many wrong turns, and climbed mountains I felt were too high. Life is not all bad. It has been for me a worthwhile journey. I will keep on going, and going, and going. I'm still walking, grandpa.