Monday 16 March 2020

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