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A Vanished Joy

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When I was but a little lad of six and seven and eight,
One joy I knew that has been lost in customs up-to-date,
Then Saturday was baking day and Mother used to make,
The while I stood about and watched, the Sunday pies and cake;
And I was there to have fulfilled a small boy's fondest wish,
The glorious privilege of youth- to scrape the frosting dish!

On Saturdays I never left to wander far away-
I hovered near the kitchen door on Mother's baking day;
The fragrant smell of cooking seemed to hold me in its grip,

And naught cared I for other sports while there were sweets to sip;
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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 February 2019

Fond childhood memories revisited down the memory lane

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* Sunprincess * 26 April 2016

..............an endearing poem of childhood, a lovely read ?

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