Memories

by Shaun Cronick   Jul 19, 2022


The shouts of children playing,
Bring back my happy youth.
To recall the time I was ten,
And lost a good front tooth.

Piled three kids on a sled,
Just room enough for me.
Glided smoothly down the hill,
Until we hit that tree.

Pulled myself together,
Surveyed my only sled.
Thought sadly how it looked,
No more shiny new and red.

Suddenly I stopped,
Put my hand to my face.
Felt where a tooth should be,
I had an empty space.

Went yelling home to mother,
Quite sure I'd soon be dead.
But next day I was out again,
With a battered paintless sled.

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