Once

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