#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
A time long passed
But never forgotten

Those days of rainy baths with laughter Rising into the skies
The joy always palpable
Even if it meant a fever later on
Those memories live on
They are never forgotten

Those days of childish mischief
Always on the move, no restriction
I see those days in hindsight
But they seem almost fictitious
Those memories are embedded
They can never be forgotten


© AishaAbdulkarim