A Bag Called Me: A Poem About Growing Up

A cartoon child with a brown bag that has the word ME written on it.

A Bag Called Me

Be a kid

Enjoy the ride

Pause a while

Step outside

Frozen now

For shortest time

Look around

Upwards climb

Scan the view

and hold it still

Come back soon

You never will

So what you can

Pack in your case

And take it to

A future place

When you’re there

Way down the line

Open it

Let it shine

Reminding you

from green to gold

What you held

You still hold

Awe, belief

Hope and fear

Carried all

From then to here

What you were

Is what you be

Past and present

In a bag called,‘Me.’

💡 I've always loved a childhood poem. 'To Any Reader' by Robert Louis Stevenson is one of my favourite poems ever. In the 80s, me and my friends were nostalgic about childhood even when we children ourselves. We'd often listen to Johnny Hates Jazz - Turn Back The Clock before a teenage night out on the town like we were already old and wise. I'd love you to share your favourite childhood poem so I can collate and share them on my blog. Maybe you could write your own childhood poem from either a child's or adult's perspective. Are childhood experiences really the architects of our future brains?