Things have not changed since I was a child,
Only perhaps back then I was wild,

But for my mother I still seem to be in the boarding,
Looking at the things she’s packed for sending,

Not that I mind all the goodies,
A blessing indeed for us foodies,

Now as I sit devouring the sweetmeats,
I’m reminded of our navy blue tunic pleats,
How we used to exult when our tuck was replenished,
Never wanting our tuck boxes finished,

Now my mother sends me refills,
Mostly of knick knacks that gives me the thrills,

I still feel the rush of a boarding kid,
Ransacking the goodies bag as I once did