The young girl owned the road that afternoon, Scorching sun and all- as she crossed the road, flagging down cars Her brother’s left hand clutched tightly in her right palm, And they made a swift run for the other side of the road Weren’t we just there? - towering only a little above the 3 year olds Suddenly assuming we were the tallest of the bunch, Carrying hefty purple, red and green school bags, Moving along a line in formation- Synchronizing our movements with those of our school friends and neighbors Saving up our shillings to buy post-school hours ice cream And devouring it with strength, Strength preserved for this very purpose But we all grew up, didn’t we? We all grew up
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