I miss those paper boats
We used to make on rainy days
And those magic shows
We used to watch in a daze.
I miss those story books
We used to read every day
And those art and craft lessons
Where we butchered the clay.
I miss all the times we
Hid from mom behind the rack
But most of all I miss you
Dear Brother! Please come back.
Love it!
Thank you… 🙂
Indeed well written with strong emotion that comes through to the heart and soul.
Very touching, Bhasha