Yes I do!

I remember, Yes I do!

The one-room house where I was born
The modest window that glanced the day;
The earthy urchins that bubbled below,
And their freedom that borne my breath away.

I remember, Yes I do!

The roses pink and white,
The hens and Panzy who strayed blithe
The nest that the sparrow built;
And the yellow bulb that gave me light.

I remember, Yes I do!

The dark red bricks, the thin white lines,
The clean white gown near the Jesus-Mary shrine
Christian Cross, the ‘attention’ by the PTI;
And hence my sobbing fearful cries.

I remember, Yes I do!

My only fighter plane
Flew my spirits in feathers then,
The cuddling up to Mom;
And that caring kiss upon the head.

I remember, Yes I do!

Where I used to swing
Catching air with my wings,
Childish ignorance then, now sheer joy;
And all I wish again, that I were a boy!