Despair was
What every kid felt when they broke mum’s fine china

Anger was
Running away only to return at the stroke of dinner

Love might have been
In those tv scenes that mum urged us to : “cover your eyes”

Heartache was
A word we still hadn’t learned to spell yet

War was
Pushing for a turn on the slides in the playground

Sadness was
Returning home to lost pet only for it to live on in our silent memory

Beauty was
Grandma’s toothless grin while she stirred her faded cauldron

Rebelliousness used to be
Drawing on white walls with red crayons cause the world was our canvas

Bravery was
Jerry’s cunning escapades into Tom’s territory

Joy was
A bike ride into an unexplored world

Happiness will always be
A football.