A Vanished Joy Comments
When I was but a little lad of six and seven and eight,
One joy I knew that has been lost in customs up-to-date,
Then Saturday was baking day and Mother used to make,
The while I stood about and watched, the Sunday pies and cake;
And I was there to have fulfilled a small boy's fondest wish,
The glorious privilege of youth- to scrape the frosting dish!
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..............an endearing poem of childhood, a lovely read ★
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7/27/2025 7:42:07 PM # 1.0.0
Fond childhood memories revisited down the memory lane