Fairy Tale Truth

1   My childhood, like a fairy tale,

Was perfect in its making.

A mother, father, children

All in a house of baking.

2   Daddy went to work each day,

Making money for the bills;

Mother cooked and tended kids,

Taking care of many ills.

3   Dinner on the table

Each day at five-o’clock;

Both kids into scouting:

Eagle Scout, my brother got.

4   Mom was homeroom mother

Baking cookies, fixing food

For all the classroom children

Whether kind-hearted, or rude.

5  If there were any problems,

None were talked about;

Such silence in those rooms–

But if walls could talk, look out!


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