I grew up there, once,
in my memory that now fades,
by the day.
Was it really that beautiful?
I don’t recall, now,
as a child I felt empty,
yet full.
Is it, as it always was?
Remind me, the days past,
friends, memories that endure,
that last.
A sense of peace? I,
ponder and, wonder,
not sure, but perhaps.
No matter, it’s simplicity,
was, to me my life,
all that I could be.
Copyright © 2020 by Mike Sutcliffe
