Childhood Days
I reflect on our childhood days,
Not such pure and perfect ways,
Mother nagged us for so long,
Her negative carp was very strong,
When we kids reached our teens,
That's when she got really mean,
Endearing not, was the scene,
Past of our family magazine,
Now we look back and laugh,
Turn the page on mother's chaff!
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