Away All Childish Things

Just a little something I wrote about childhood and growing up

Away all childish things,
I never realized you’d left,
Until autumn's last leaf fell.
All the warmth,

Becoming bleak and bitter—

Closed and cold.
Are you truly gone?
—Or do I carry you still,
Tucked within my soul
Whenever I feel the warmth
Bubble up,
When I set free

All my glee,

Allowing my childhood
To unfold,
For just a moment more.