#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit

The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,

The days of fall and to cry,
Are not easy to forget .
They hold memories ,
Of my childhood.

The days of hugs and naughtiness ,
Are not easy to excise,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood .

The days of being together ,
Are not easy to demonstrate ,
They not only hold!!!!
But they are my Childhood.

© denim