Do we ever let go of our childhood’s?
Those sacred moments when we were kids.
The melting together of family, friends, community.
The times when we were young.
My brothers, sister, close kin, were as one.
Our mom served to keep the peace.
She tried her best with the little she had.
Thus weavers wheel, still, kept us fed.
Fun day’s were easy found under the sun.
The grass was tall. The trees were high.
The forts were planned a-fore our eyes.
The skies were blue.
Animals loving and true.
Thus, we recall our younger years –
you and I.