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