When I stroll down memory lane,
I see myself in the playground,
I was blissful and privileged
My mum watched me play from our window
She was worried about me getting bruised
I laughed at the silly faces dad made,
and dipped my nose deep
in the strawberry ice-cream he bought me.
I had a childhood whereas
so many today do not.
That’s a precious gift
that I want to give others.
©Poem by Anish Vadhavaniya
ßeta read and Edited by Jessica Faleiro