Twinkle, twinkle little star..
Yesterday’s Gift Childhood… When there was no visual yet Of horrid faces and paces Infants pampered while they crawl Exciting the watching eyes Grabbing and hiding things Can’t even remember where to find them Infant’s smile, seemingly senile Cheeky little thing flaunting A drummer boy in his throne With a fair of fork and spoon Gardening tools on the table Ripping papers as their soil Hiding behind the curtain Pretending no one have seen Molding water in their hand Seeing wiggling jelo in their... Sign in to see full entry.