Childhood: Precious memories

He runs around the house
Bazooka in hand (a catapult
Slung casually in his pocket)
Slaying monsters, gangsters,
Aliens and other assorted baddies.
His marathon TV-watching sessions,
And the few minutes that he spends
On the study table, I shall record
For posterity; for the time when
He will be bullying his child.
The alphabet soup on the wall
The nonsensical, never-ending stories
The irritating imitation of gunshots
And the unending ‘whys’, I shall store
In the hard-disc of memory, for later use.

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