Memories of My Childhood
Those were the days (I think)
Or dreams enhanced by time?
My memories of childhood,
When everything was fine.
Crunching leaves underfoot
all shades of golden brown,
Now all the leaves are soaked,
In my tiny , country town.
My memories of childhood,
When mum was still alive,
Skipping, playing hopscotch,
Picnics at the riverside.
The veggies from dads´garden,
The fresh smells of the fruit,
Does my memory play tricks?
Or were they wondrous days, ? So cute,
Well cute I look in pictures,
In those monochrome photo days,
Without those precious pictures,
memories would be a haze.
A haze of real or imagined?
It´s sometimes hard to tell.
But crunchy leaves, I´m sure of,
I remember them so well.
I miss the days of Autumn,
Now Winter seems to come,
Invades the end of Summer,
leaves no room for transition.
Transition from the hazy days of Summer,
gradually cooling down,
Now rain and lower temperatures,
leave soggy leaves of brown.
But soon it will be snowing,
A Winter Wonderland,
Though I prefer snow on the mountains,
not near my feet and hands.
My memories so grand,
If only for a longer time,
I could have held Mums´hand.
If you have memories of childhood,
That are anything like mine,
Count yourself as ´Blessed´.,
Be grateful. You can shine.!
For many other people,
childhood´s best forgotten,
memories pushed to backs of minds,
because of incidents so rotten.
When Mum was still alive,
Are glorious, precious jewels,
Locked safely in my mind.
So what if leaves are wet now?
My feet no longer crunch them,
And Summer doesn´t ´happen´here,
Yet flowers still appear....
And moon and stars still shine,
I hope that all of you, my friends,
Have SOME memories like mine.
