God give me childhood, don't change my mood, to go back to school, to climb the stairs of the school. To share an umbrella, to wet my friend Ruella, to show the drizzle with white pencil on my slate, to run to school so as not to be late. To separate the hair for a simple look, apply talcum powder for a fairer look. Tiffins, cakes and muffins to share and care for. To bunk school, to do homework an hour before school, to clean shoes without the washing process, to play hide and seek at recess. To make noise in the class until the teacher enters the class. To play to my hearts content during P.E hours, to wait for the bell to ring at the last hour. ©️ Jane Aguiar Pic Credit:darling
Good afternoon and thank you so much for publishing my poem, Juan 🙂
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Such good memories your poem has evoked. 😍💖
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Thank you so much, dear Sadje! Glad you like it dear 🥰
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My pleasure, always
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Wonderful nostalgia in this piece, Jane. Childhood memories can be so powerful. Well done, my friend. 🙂
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Thank you so much my friend,Mike 😊
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Nicely done Jane evoking lots of memories!
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Thanks my dear friend, Cindy! 💖
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It’s always a pleasure Jane!!💕
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