Despair wasWhat every kid felt when they broke mum’s fine chinaAnger wasRunning away only to return at the stroke of dinner
Love might have beenIn those tv scenes that mum urged us to : “cover your eyes”Heartache wasA word we still hadn’t learned to spell yet
War wasPushing for a turn on the slides in the playground
Sadness wasReturning home to lost pet only for it to live on in our silent memoryBeauty wasGrandma’s toothless grin while she stirred her faded cauldronRebelliousness used to beDrawing on white walls with red crayons cause the world was our canvasBravery wasJerry’s cunning escapades into Tom’s territory
Joy wasA bike ride into an unexplored worldHappiness will always beA football.