Sweet childhood long gone
left in its wake lingering memories.
Crisp sunlit mornings greeting
an innocent of five.
Sun filtered through the kitchen window.
A spotlight shining on the red and white
checked table cloth. A blue table with
sparse red trim.
Sweet melon and cheerios enticed.
All was orchestrated by Grammy Brown.
She wore glasses and a printed apron.
Then to the world of play.
Behind the barn the blades of grass
glistened with dew.
A magical frolicking time.
Later the creation of mud-pies.
The sweet smell of dried earth
on the skin always amazed.
It made the skin look old and parched.
A huge lilac bush provided refuge
for the hidden observer.
The ground was cool,
the ants were marching.
An innocent of five.
Alone in body yet fulfilled in spirit.