An Innocent Childhood Memory
When any fruit, I see,
I reminisce mom chop it, and I as a child,
Carved in glee.
Project at school,
With New themes to choose, I did wield,
My tool.
Reward,
For skill I yield,
Scored.
When any fruit, I see,
With new themes to choose, I did wield,
Scored.
8/6/2020
Copyright © Aishwarya Sridhar | Year Posted 2020
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