When I stroll down memory lane,
I see myself in the playground,
I was blissful and privileged
My mum watched me from our window,
She was worried about me getting bruised,
and I was happily running around.
I laughed at the silly faces dad made,
and dipped my nose deep
in the strawberry ice-cream he brought.
I had a childhood whereas
that so many today do not.
That’s a precious gift
that I want to give others,
before I become naught.