In my earliest days of butterscotch sunshine,
To possess a new bike was my deepest wish,
So I asked it of my father one Christmastime,
Launching a childish memory which I cherish!
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First bicycle is always precious. Good it itched in your memory for ever. Wonderful poem.
Beautiful memory of a great loving father. Very heartwarming and touching. Beautifully written embellished with nice rhyme and images..
May yr Christmas be bright like yr light in the stars Evelyn
Well done Evelyn! Well done indeed