BARS

There were no burglar bars
on windows when I was
a girl.
I played all my days
outdoors without fear;
games of cops and robbers,
(never rape or fraud)
skipping ropes and skimming stones.
There was no key
to the backdoor of my home;
and no fences bound
my world.

©Cindy Taylor 2009

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11 Comments Add yours

  1. ahh, the joys of what was

  2. sonsothunder says:

    Ah yes, so do recall the days of leaving the front door open at night while sleeping peacefully. Sometimes without as much as even latching the screen door …not anymore.
    God Bless you
    paul

  3. buttercup600 says:

    OMG…how I remember those days…one of the reasons I am here now…I feel free and don’t have that here at all…leaving everything open and don’t even have to lock the car!! Your poem brought back memories that are captured within my heart forever. I still remember those ….how things have changed. Love you gorgeous girl:)

  4. adeeyoyo says:

    Aah, if only we could have that freedom again – and especially for our children to live without fear…

  5. Kavita says:

    Oh boy! This was lovely…
    The dark times we are living in, inspite of all the so-called freedom…it’s really an irony!
    I wish our politicians and the likes read this poem! (sigh)
    Lovely!

  6. Tandy says:

    wish life was still like that!

  7. nrhatch says:

    You captured it perfectly.

    Thanks.

  8. gospelwriter says:

    yes, I remember that world too…

  9. slpmartin says:

    This is the third poem which I’ve read in the last day that has had this theme of ‘how things have changed’…and not for the better…I too recall those days when you didn’t have an alarm system in your home.

  10. Poppiekreer says:

    Ek onthou ook die sorgvrye dae van oop deure en vryheid. Wat ‘n fantastiese era was dit nie!

  11. souldipper says:

    I’d be gone from dusk to dawn
    My mother never worried
    My dog would tire and give a whine
    Was only then I hurried.

    (I’m NOT a poet, but I still love to play!)

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