childhood

childhood


I also had a childhood
A  childhood who aunted but childhood
There are also good memories
Like the cup of cocoa with milk
I drank in my parents' hut
Every day at four in the afternoon
Like the pottery I made with my father in a fire
Covered in dirt under the fire
Like the cacti growing up near the hut
And I, too, grew up
Protected by loving mother and father
But a beaten and challenged boy
The terror of members of the Village and abroad was hard.
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