Poem -
Sad
Sat by the gate legs crossed
the nights coming in
Pocket money in hand
All shiney and glistening
So much money
Muumy promised ice cream
The excitement soon turned to Tia's as the glossy ice cream van never turned up. The tears rolled heavy so mummy took us to shop
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Comments
Memories of the joys and sadnesses of childhood and the expectation that we feel so strongly when young. nicely done! Lodigiana xxx