Tell me a story

Tell me a story, of stories told,

From a time I wasn't so old;

Filled with magic, as you used to say,

Into dreams and laughter would one be swayed.

Tell me of times,of when I was small,

Dressed in knickers or nothing at all.

Curious as kittens, was I ever?

Or like a rambunctious puppy, my playthings I littered?

Father, tell me of times,tell me please;

Of times under the sun I would dance glee.

Did I have friends who lived under a tree?

Of nightmares did I scream, in the night, at three?

Father, tell me a story, two or three;

Of times memorial, pretty please.

Did we have picnics under a shady grove?

Did we have bike rides,just you and me?

Tell me of times so I can remember again;

Tell me the incidents,so I don't forget;

Father I can't remember who I was,

Tell me a story to remember the past.

Nandhitha