.Sunday, November 11, 2007 ' 5:30 PM Y
you are my childhood superman!
PILLS. PILLS. and more PILLS.
in yellow, purple and pearl.
to the back of my throat they go,
an icky bitterness that follows.
to kill the wriggling germs in your body,
mummy used to explain.
where's my reward?
i used to exclaim,
the sweet on the nurse's counter, mummy will say.
the yellowish counter shrunk over the years,
the sweet bottle becoming more obvious.
i used to anticipate the flavour i will take,
when i put my hand in and fished for my stake.
but now i can choose my flavour wisely,
because im 20 inches taller than the counter.
no longer having the need to tip my toe,
and dipping my tiny fingers into sugar.
ten years later Mr. Doctor changed.
he had waves of wrinkles on his face,
but one thing that remained the same,
was him saying : an apple a day keeps me at bay.
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