Simpler Days
I remember perfect days of sunshine,
gathering weeds and seeds from the woods
to nourish my imaginary pets.
I remember perfect days of rain,
splashing in puddles, drinking the falling drops,
staying outside until I was more water than flesh.
I remember bike rides and coloring pages,
sitting next to fireplaces and in front of open fridges.
I remember practicing spelling words
as Mom cooked dinner and drove the car.
I remember going to church as a family,
riding on the school bus next to my best friend,
and long road trips to Grandma’s house.
I remember winning the race to sit in shotgun
and choosing the CD we sang along with that trip.
Yes, I know we argued and hurt one each other –
sometimes physically, sometimes not –
and I remember forgiveness coming easily
so we could play again together the next day.
Yes, I know there were tears and consequences,
and I remember the hands that dried those tears,
the hands that offered M&Ms,
the hands that initiated hugs,
the hands that are still there to pick up the phone when I call.
I remember the joys of childhood:
they are my foundation of joy today.
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