"EARLY DAYS"

When I was born I was a bundle of joy, my mum and dads favourite boy.
Kissed and cuddled all day long, but nightime was a different song.
Marvellous how all day I slept, but through the night just wept and wept.
The only way my mum could rest, was to let me hang there on her breast.
I know all this cos.I was told by dad, when I was just a slip of a lad.
I"ll always remember that first day at school,I was supposed to stay there not break the rule.
First chance I got on that very first day,I slipped out of the classroom and ran away.
All the way home , straight to mum, school to me just wasn"t fun.
I tried it again next day and succeeded,but the day after that ,gave in, I conceded.
My very first girlfriend lived next door but one,we played doctors and nurses but we shouldn"t have done.
She told her mum ,and her mum told mine, I got many a good hiding time after time.
I soon learnt that girls were different to me, even at five it was so plain to see.
My first sense of loss came at the age of seven, my pet puppy snowy had to go to heaven.
I took him that day to the P.D.S.A.,and came back without him ,crying all the way.
I cried many times during my seven years but yet, the grief for the loss of a loved one,I"d never forget.
Death"s what the called it, a new word I"d learnt,and when we all die , we are buried or burnt.

RAYMOND 1/1/2009

Very heartfelt

Thanks M.M

nice write raymond