FONDEST MEMORY

FONDEST MEMORY A childhood memory considered as fond, I can’t recall Perhaps it all was satisfactory, better than nothing at all There was a love and kindness, little to complain about Some days were only a blur, but some things stood out Like the time when I must have been just five years old First day at school when everyone did as they were told Kind teacher and simple rules, with a degree of lenience Exploring a new world, and playtime a novel experience My home life was fine, I had toys and food on the table And nudging against the boundaries, as far as I was able There were good times for sure, when I fill in those gaps Yet was any memory fond, maybe none - or all, perhaps