Muddy puddle
Small or big, Never to miss, Always there and around, Nuisance or fun abound, Muddy puddles. Taken from the memory shots, Mischief and notorious lots, Having fun in making fun of others, Inviting unwanted trouble, How can I miss that splash from the passing by car, School uniform soiled, And mummy gets annoyed. But yet again, How can we stay away, the splash and games, The dry pits and muddy puddles in rain. Long forgotten, the joy of simplicity, It comes back to me, Now after years, When sit in front of the Tv, Watching Peppa jumping up and down, Well here we go muddy puddles, Gear up in gum boots, The shinning eyes, She looks at me and goes, " Mummy lets have a go in the muddy puddle". I nod and think, every single time. Nothing has changed, neither rain nor shine, It is the way I gaze at the sky. It was and never is tough, No wave will always be rough. Just remember the time, When same was the spot and sound. It was not the noise but music to heart and mind, Just