My eyes long to meet you, everytime I think of those golden days you gifted us.
The days when waking up for a new day was as exciting as opening a gift.
Going to school was like logging in a networking site
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Good one. But then, the beginning was very shaky and out of place. The poem starts to flow from the 5th stanza onwards. But then again you move out of context, from home...to parents.
Whom have you written this poem about?