Childhood Days

It was born from an egg so small,

That could have broken at a fall,

It slowly grows bright, dazzling wings

And among the flowers it swings,

So free is the spirit of the butterfly,

It makes me wish that I could fly.

When I was a child I too was free,

I could chase squirrels around the trees,

Although I had no wings and couldn't fly,

But I was still free like a butterfly.

Every time my eyes shed a tear,

My mother was there to wipe it clear,

My darling sister who is so dear,

She would always keep me very near.

Even when the distance seemed a mile,

My father would hold my hands and smile.

I remember all the good and happy times,

Spent with toys and nursery rhymes,

I will never forget that phase of life,

Childhood days are the best days of life.

HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY