They are like dews,
whetting the appetite of my heart,
Making me smile and laugh,
I am glad that I have them.

They came in phases of my life
a baby, a teenager, a young adult and as an adult.
I remember
Looking into my mother's eyes
as she sings and gives me my bath,
Running out of the room at the sound of 'Daddy is home'
Running into his arms as he lifts me up,
How I felt I could touch the sky.

Watching mummy come home with other babies,
And the house smelling of new born baby,
Watching my father and mother eating together,
As he briefly chews a chunk of meat and gives me to eat.
Listening and laughing to the funny stories told by my Dad and Mum.

Eating with my siblings and leaving few spoonfuls for the youngest,
Rushing off to school before the bell is rung,
Singing the National anthem so loudly even when I missed some lines,
Walking Back home from school, with classmates and schoolmates,
Enjoying unending conversation
Laughing, teasing and running.

Playing and running in the rain with other kids in the neighborhood,
Running...