Childhood memories - where do I  begin,

To speak of one, hard as committing sin,

Joyful tears, a few of fears,

Each family members comforting embrace,

Memories making the heart race.

4 pm, is heard, gentle knocking on bedroom doors, a daily routine,

The staff informs, waking each of us from afternoon naps,

It’s tea time!

All jump to our feet,

Quickly freshen up, for it’s time for treats!

Bedroom doors open and shut, back to back,

down the corridor, hurriedly making our way to the study,

following each other’s tracks.

Sitting there, grandmother awaits,

Staff ready to pass the plates,

Good evening we greet,

Curtains drawn, creeping in from the windows - sunshine,

Room full of cheer and smiles!

An hour spent enjoying tea and cake,

Each share, the events of their day,

Then follows a discussions on last nights broadcasted play.

All that is done, the adults move on to discuss more serious matters,

Being the youngest,

Each day, I would but-in with frivolous chatter.

Suddenly - with softness in her eyes, and a gentle smile, Grand mother would spatter,

“Darling - Children are meant to be seen and not heard!”

Not a day would fail the reaction, upon hearing those words,

Horrific shock on my face,

Suddenly falling on my ears, sounds of loud laughter,

At ease our little wild child,

We so love you!

Warmth in each family members eyes…

This memory to date, brings vigour  to the heart, the vision is live, while making me smile!