Down the Memory Lane

Below the open sky, beside the clear river

Those little feet chased each other

The miniature footprints laughed at me

"We were merrier, blithe and carefree. "

Kissing the heaven high in the rope swings

Those little birds unfurled their wings

I shed a drop from the corner of my eye

Again the swing chuckled at my sigh. 

The branch crackled as tiny fingers wound around

To and fro dangled the frame as the 

Wind agitated with a whooshing sound

I turned my back- visage with a frown. 

Yet again those branches tittered at me. 

My limbs gave way, my palms cupped my face, 

The forever lost childhood bids adieu with an embrace...