Childhood
Childhood home and garden
Sunny days ago
Warm and friendly
and a balm
For the rest of my life
I look at the photo of a white washed
Transit bungalow
For company guests
Can just spy a shadow of the
Cane sofa set
Where we ambled languid
Careless of our lives
When the sun never set
On summer days.
I cast a glance to the left
Where photographic blur
Can't do justice to memory's
Sharp etched pictures
The swimming pool's pristine blue
Floats into view
Mind is awash.
Thirst quenching memories
Heart wrenching stories
Everyone has a childhood
Drenched with sweet moments.
In my eyes
Two pools of love and gratitude
For graceful days gone by.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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