I remember our childhood days<br />when life was easy<br />and math problems hard.<br />Mom would help us with our homework<br />and dad was not at home <br />but at work.<br />After our chores, <br />we’d go to the old fort museum <br />with clips in our hair and pure joy in our hearts.<br />You, sister, wore the bangles <br />that<br />you, brother, got as a prize from the Dentist.<br />“Why the bangles?” the Dentist asked, <br />surprised, <br />for boys picked the stickers of cars instead.<br />“They’re for my sisters,” you said.<br />Mom would treat us to a bottle of Coke,<br />a few sips each. Then,<br />we’d buy the sweet smelling bread <br />from the same white van<br />and hand-in-hand,<br />we’d walk to our small flat <br />above the restaurant.<br />I remember our childhood days.<br />Do you remember them too?