Sitting in my room
Staring at the moon
I sigh
“Oh my,
How I misused
my childhood.”
The funny, short moments which are very prized
Are the ones that are memorised
The ones in which I hid
When my mother flipped her lid
And in which I shared dates
With all of my mates
Those in which
My father felt a mood switch
And the reason wasn’t huge
Just was his credit card abused!
Ah! Those moments and memories so prized
That endless times could they be revised
But the past is in the past
And the future shall come too fast
So without being more tear some
I can now choose to become a new person
-Asmat Kaur Taunque
Class VIII
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