Magical Fragrance Of Childhood Friendship 1952..... Poem by shirani ibrahim

Dina Jhangiani (Lalvani)
Memories keeps running in the back ground of my mind in plenty.
When I heard the news today, that in Toronto you will be.
It all began at HFC Bamba, when we were just three or four.
Where friendship blossomed by the numerous scores.
Our home town Bamba and we were just three lanes apart.
I guess Almighty God designed that, we must not ever part.
Then political struggles arose and foreign nuns were sent away.
We found ourselves at SPM grounds to enjoy many a day.
Many great friends we made, walking the school grounds
Waiting for one another, a gang strong, an honest bond.
Through sunshine, rain, fun and laughter, with tears and cheers
We grew up, doing many things that made our friendship dear.
Cos roots, all sown as it flowered with innocence, so tenderly.
With a nearness, thats deep seated in our hearts profoundly.
The many pranks and hazy days, as a team we planned it so well
With our back stage music, dances, preparing for farewells
Togetherness we stood, as we took different roads saying a Goodbye
Memorable treasures, we carry of each other till the seas run dry.
I was me and you were you and precious memories now a many
Black, white, blue or green we shared, cared and stood unitedly
Couple of summers ago, as guest we met in our birth country
We had much to unwrap, to make us feel young and lively
No matter the changes. the age and oceans, distance we be.
We will call or stop by and say hello, to relive the way it used to be.
The sweetness of those moments, memorable days, will not die.
Gods plans are the best, His blessings, we can never deny
Now once again we meet, this time in the land of my grands, hopefully.
Theres something about childhood friends, that fragrance remains magically! !