Childhood
Where Have All the Children Gone
When will they come back to play

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do stitched with its color.
W.S. Merwin
The twins were the first to go, Followed by the Patterson family, Six cousins, every Saturday visitors.
Poof!
Now we see you. Now we don’t.
Child by child vanished From our sight, Remained within the boundaries Of home and walls and a fenced backyard.
We struggled to recall your touch, Sliding, swinging. The smell of being young happiness Clung to us long after you left.
The barometer of our being Became a barren landscape, Empty of laughter and tumult, Abandoned.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder. Absence breaks the heart. Absence wounds and narrows, Makes the world dark and small.
Too soon we accepted our solitude, Watched the isolation surround us, Encroaching everywhere. When will you return?
The sun shines from a life we used to know. We hope that tomorrow will bring back yesterday, Return recreation, re-creating Squeals of delight, flying hair, smiles.
We listen for your voices. We hope for your laughter. We wait And keep waiting.
A congruence of influences resulted in this poem.
I listened to songs by Peter, Paul, and Mary. Where Have All the Flowers Gone? inspired the poem’s title.
“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” is a modern folk-style song. The melody and the first three verses were written by Pete Seeger in 1955 and published in Sing Out! magazine Additional verses were added in May 1960 by Joe Hickerson, who turned it into a circular song. Its rhetorical “where?” and meditation on death place the song in the ubi sunt tradition….Wikipedia
I remembered seeing the local playgrounds blocked off so no children could play there.

I thought of Winnie the Pooh waiting for Christopher Robin to return to the Hundred Acre Wood.
Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing. A. A. Milne






