I remember the time,
The time when I didn’t even know what is a rhyme.

I cartwheeled in the widespread field,
Oblivious to my wounds that were still unhealed.

Singing out of tune with birds creating a melody,
Who knew then the song will only be a memory.

Tying a rope to the branch I made my toy,
Warm breeze against my skin made me a happy boy.

Pamper me is all what she did, my mamma.
From one couch to the other I jumped to escape lava.

Reminiscing my childhood seems such a felony,
For I’ve an exam tomorrow and it’s all just a memory.🌸


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