That was childhood

Days left without a battle,

Peeking around the blind corners

Chasing butterflies and being stung by a bee

But still the amazement of plucking an unknown flower.

Crayons and marble stones my assets

And cookies the greatest gifts

I thought everything would always be mine

When I lived in the space of my dearest thoughts.

I still remember the magic of

Falling asleep on dada’s shoulders

And waking up in mama’s arms,

I walked happily in my illuminated booties

Making friends and pinky promises

I cried over my wounded knees,

Yelled at my playmates jokes

And tickled my angry granny.

I took it all for granted

Coz they believed in my innocence.

Now it’s all gone, the splendor

I can no longer beam at everyone

And break my head on scrabbles

I cry silently clinching my memories

For I have my busted dreams to add up.

Lullaby’s lost its beauty when metals played

And my cartoon heroes changed to stupid figures

Days will never return back again

But the child in me will never go.