by Aesha Munaf

Created on: June 12, 2008

Wooden happiness
smelling of childhood elves
and tennis racquets
Baby eyes filled with Baby love-
adored through the ages.

A reluctant shudder
at watery love-
just as pure.
Gentle anger,
caressing a tickled heart.

Pizza heaven-
sticky, yummy, fun.
The smell of laughter-
oven hot.
A spill of mischief on
new only-once-worn-clothes..

Red heart turned orange.
Sour maturity.
Pepsi chills and plasticky chairs,
the colours of the world
mocking childhood memories.

"Once upon a time,
you saved me from myself"
"Well now you are old enough
to do it yourself"

*the damnation of growing age*

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