Childhood memories
the world a playground
parents arms our nest
school was fun too
barring the weekly test
measles and mumps
mother tended with care
flame of love vibrated
heart vibrant and aware
our fontanel was open
we communed with God
but when we shared this
we but got a careless nod
we knew then we are soul
encased in body-mind
it took time to realise
to truth others were blind
counselled by elders
light of our soul became dim
taught to be street smart
God called but we forgot Him
looking back we now see
it was as meant to be
even though we seem bound
our soul is always free
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