I miss the small town girls,
whose names I have
mostly forgotten,
the games of tag,
the make believe scenarios,
the fun we had.
I miss the star lit chats
that the adults had,
while I ran
with flint rock sparks,
and chased fireflies.
I miss the old campground,
where we would swim
in a small sandy pond,
splashing.
When the older folks
dipped in
they got bitten,
but I never felt
any fish nibbling.
These memories
have been dimming
over time,
plus distance
as I swim in
a different
world,
but I was younger then
playing with other children,
innocent.
I miss those moments.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
I miss the small town girls,
whose names I have
mostly forgotten,
the games of tag,
the make believe scenarios,
the fun we had.
I miss the star lit chats
that the adults had,
while I ran
with flint rock sparks,
and chased fireflies.
I miss the old campground,
where we would swim
in a small sandy pond,
splashing.
When the older folks
dipped in
they got bitten,
but I never felt
any fish nibbling.
These memories
have been dimming
over time,
plus distance
as I swim in
a different
world,
but I was younger then
playing with other children,
innocent.
I miss those moments.
