A true story
This one is
From thirty eight years ago
We were on holiday
At Butlin’s that year
When I decided to take a stroll
I let go of
My mother’s hand
And wandered in a different direction
Off in search
Of sweets no doubt
Or some other such confection
I have no idea
How long I was gone
But at the time it felt like an age
Until I was found
By a kindly policeman
Who ended my little rampage
Next thing I remember
Was in the community centre
Being reunited with my mum
First she hugged me
And then she shook me
For making her so glum
But I’ll always treasure
My little endeavour
As it did teach me one thing
My independence
Was something to treasure
So I found it again when I turned eighteen
Childhood Memories
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
If I had never
been found.
(Originally Posted 08.08.2019)
I too, am sucker for sweetness,
In word form, done in neatness.
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I lost in the river when the buffalo I rode on decided to take a bath in the river…I must have been 4 or 5… I am still here…😃😸
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No way! We both have getting lost stories! 😁🖤
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