Cherry Tree Avenue - Aga Zaryan

We lived on Cherry Tree Avenue

In a house with a garden

Filled with my girlish stories

Tadpoles in buckets

Secrets buried in the ground

Marbles, ponies

Jammie the rabbit

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

Sister in my mother’s arms

Smiling on Cherry Three Avenue