Happy Children's Day

Born into this awful world a naked
Beginning to crawl was something like fun
The more we tried to rise and the more we fell on our feet
Mummy's lullabies always made us sleep even if we insisted
Sometimes we can be annoying but still in their precious hearts
How can a baby grow so fast; weird enough
But now in a mature stages thinking positively
Remembering vividly we once played with sands

Gone are the days at our mother's lap a suckler
Nothing could be compare than the joy of a baby suckling
Those days went faster like a wildfire than we thought
Days are always numbered indeed
Though different families at different places we were born into
Some with silver spoon in mouth or Golden spoon
But nothing matters most than we all celebrating the good old memories
Both bad and good times running in our mind
It was days filled with good enthusiastic memories
The memories live on in our various hearts

Dedicated to all Children
📝 Bimbola Ojuolape ✍