Aproned waist, dust-cloth in hand,
Sweeping and dusting, this job is grand!
Tired, frustrated and fuming, suddenly it fell
That box of photographs where memories dwell.
Laughter, hugs and the sudden outbursts of fury,
My brothers and I, we were like a big menagerie.
Oh that rocking horse! Oh my broken tooth!
For that delicious toffee and then came his swinging foot.
This tear on my cheek, does it still sting?
My toothless smile and oh look, my cute fringe!
Five, the candles on my cake I blow,
Mommy leaning over me with that glow.
Warm and caring, the love she emanates,
The smell of her bosom, her younger days.
Buzz goes the bell, shaking me from my reverie,
Enters my son with his football and oh so dirty!
My angel, my breath, in you I see
My lost mischiefs, my childhood set free.