Shall I Ever For Get Those Happy Days? Poem by Ayesha Riaz

Shall I ever forget those happy times?

Shall I ever forget those little luncheon boxes,
which had mum's handmade mayonnaise sandwiches,
yet I was to meek,
to bite through it,

Picture by Ayesha Riaz.
Shall I ever forget the old friend,
I left in childhood,
the memories I tried to bury,
the sour gossips we had,
Shall I ever forget the days I won't sleep,
without mum, the days I'd cry,
if mum won't be there,
till yet her hands solace me,

Shall I ever forget the things,
that'd be madness,
yet there was method in them,
there was not a moment to be lost,

Shall I ever forget those happy days,
when at school I'd cry,
for a golden star on my cheek,
and even if I got it,
I would cry for the silver one,

Shall I ever forget those happy days,
when birthdays had celebrations,
the day was always yours,
with a bunch of gifts,

Shall I ever forget those happy days,
when dad filled the plastic swimming pool,
with water and kept a stool,
for us to jump from it,
as if in a real swimming pool the metal ladder stood,

Making your heart fool,
was much easier than growing up,
and facing the bitter truth,

Shall I ever forget those happy days,
those times of love,
of obstinacy,
of barbie bags,
of ninja thoughts,
of you and me,
There was not a moment to be lost!

Written on 3/20/11