Here I have taken just a trip through the memory lane.
No school days! children
Rouse not; hugs eyelids, sleep; they
Refuse parting with.
Once out of bed the
Legs seek ponds for bath; kids and
Water gaily play.
Scarlet become kids’
Eyes, brick red turns water; on
face Dad has crimson.
Bush gifts a stick to
Dad and uses he to stroke
The thighs, eyes flood tears.
With smile and towel
Mom wipes water and wince; kissShe gifts lovingly.