"Days Remembered" |
Remembrances of years past, As children playing on the grass, Voices tinkling merrily of laughter, As games are happily played. Workings of wonderous imaginings Of fantastic adventures Played out in such ways Too complex for Adults to know. Times of happiness so simple That life can sometimes be, And no one knows why it is, It just is, is all. The joy of flying a kite so high, Looking as tho painted there, Riding a bicycle down the street, Pretending it's a gallant steed. Days of glorious sunshine And evenings full of glittery stars, Catching butterflies and lightning bugs, Only to release them later. I remember those days, Of so long ago. And I can still imagine The way it was. Now I watch my grandchildren Playing their little games, Wanting to join them, But knowing I'm too old. I smile as they camper about, And laugh when they do. I enjoy every moment As if I were one of them. Sometimes they come to me With their simple questions, Their small inquisitive voices Reminding me of those long ago days. I can only answer The best as I can, And send them on their way To play their games again. Ah, the days of childhood That vanished yesteryear, Are still remembered brightly Sometimes wishing I was once again there. by Jann Newland (copyright 10-6-2004) |
