My childhood

Childhood age,
The Golden period,
When my mother kissed me on my cheeks
Singing songs, lulling me to sleep
My father took me on his lap,
Explaining to me about my future.

What wonderful days were those

When I look back at my Childhood

I realize that my childhood has passed

And can never be brought back

I remember the days when I ran about playing the fool,

But those days have ended

And now comes the day of struggle

Thorns in every step of my LIFE

When I think of my childhood

Tears roll down my eyes

How wonderful childhood summer I had

Ended with a twinkle of an eye.