A Precious Gift

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