Childhood Memory

This is what I remember on my childhood days. I reminisce it last night.

As I remember...

 

In my childhood

I am living in a house made of wood

Living with my sweet loving grandmother

And my naughty but caring brother

We are living in poverty

But still we are happy

I have this wonderful friends

And playful playmates

Always playing in the backyard

In couple of hours onward

Also I have this kind neighbors

Who you can ask favors

I am proud to say

That this is my yesterday

Reviews

[Antonionioni]

Hello again Geraldine. I enjoyed this, because I sensed your genuine appreciation of your own life, without being big-headed about it. This is unusual in writing!