Laundry

                        ...Childhood memories are sweet
                        as sugar floss.
                        Was careless to climb trees,
                         pick poppies,
                         build sandcastles.
                         Round in circles,
                         riding on my yellow bike.
                         Waiting for the ice-cream mann
                          to stop by.
                          Who lives now in our house?
                          Does the ice-cream man
                          whose face I still remember,
                          play the same melody?
                          Time never lasts
                           but memories are still alive.
                           Picture of the past
                           in fated pastles.
                           Street from my childhood
                           where everything was new.
                                       
                             Aga Zaryan, Cherry Tree Avenue