Childhood joys remembered.
You asked for lillies
in winter,
played with snow flowers,
threw porpcorn on the floor,
hit me on my back,
playfully,
and cried when I cried.
Now I cry
and smile when I see
lillies
and refuse
to eat popcorn.
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