Medpoet.

Remember.


In those browned puddles,
Did we play along with candles,
Our tiny feet dipped below,
-Those were days ago-

Remember those very moments,
That it did rain like torrents,
As we cheered the rain,
But later cried with pain,

Those days we were tucked,
As nipples we sucked,
The long nights we slept,
And the quiet days we wept

Remember the mud pies we made,
The drawings we did shade,
The linen we did wet,
All our mothers had set

As the wind we were free,
Even though we oft disagree,
On who took the most,
Of the sweets that were lost

Remember the silent nights,
Times we had those fights,
The fears of the ghosts,
Crucified on lamp posts

Life was sweet,
For enough we could eat,
To far places we walked,
Of many adventures we talked

Remember the moon so yellow
Oh, my little fellow,
The past life of our younghood,
The best days of our boyhood.