#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit

The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
And the grace on my face.
I miss you too much my childhood,
hope you too,
Still I want to live in house of wood.
Those days were days,
Our naughty child phase.
O my dear childhood I want you back,
I remember the days of Oggy and Jack.

© vaishnavi Anand