Revisiting my Childhood
Oh! that feeling of nostalgia,
When you visit your ancient home.
When you get to be a child again
And relive your old, salad days.
That is how I am feeling today,
as I visited my native house.
Everything looked as I remember,
Just a little worn out with time.
I roamed around the house,
Recalling some facets of my life.
While recounting, I visited my attic
I saw the glimpses of my childhood.
I was in awe while looking around,
When I stumbled upon a wooden chest.
It looked the same, just a little old,
Holding in the tales of my halcyon days.
Unlatched it, I lift the heavy lid,
To Vouchsafe my hidden riches.
My Princess story books and Comics,
My first hand-made family Portrait.
My Cindrella dress and matching shoes,
brought me back to my old days.
There lied Plethora of my soft toys,
And a faded picture of my family.
I looked at the beautiful picture,
Saw a three year old mini me.
Sitting on my dad's lap,
Like a queen on a throne.
Eyes twinkling with happy light,
As if I owned the world.
A contagious smile on my face,
That shows how content I was.
I wish I would be three again,
To live that carefree life.
Smile those happy, innocent smiles,
Without anything holding me back.