chalk
#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
I drew pictures of houses
with four windows
with a door in the middle
i always drew a garden with flowers
that was always yellow
with a sunshine stuck in the corner of the pavement my door would always be purple
but yes there was always the house
then there would be a tree
with a owl sitting on a branch
or there would be a game of hop scotch with the numbers to twelve
drawed in a pattern
of colour
playing with your friends
throwing a small stone to get your lucky number
because for some reason
there was a lucky number
involved
laughing playing and jumping
until your tiny ankles had enough
this was what you...
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
I drew pictures of houses
with four windows
with a door in the middle
i always drew a garden with flowers
that was always yellow
with a sunshine stuck in the corner of the pavement my door would always be purple
but yes there was always the house
then there would be a tree
with a owl sitting on a branch
or there would be a game of hop scotch with the numbers to twelve
drawed in a pattern
of colour
playing with your friends
throwing a small stone to get your lucky number
because for some reason
there was a lucky number
involved
laughing playing and jumping
until your tiny ankles had enough
this was what you...