A Gift

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.

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