I remember the world under the willow tree in my back garden
Fairies and toadstools and imaginary friends
Defending forts from marauders and monsters
Or the neighbour’s cat.
I remember singing songs in school
– Cauliflowers fluffy and cabbages green –
Shouting BOLLOCKS! from a hilltop to warm our voices
For a show I was too shy to perform in.
I remember discovering the joy of a hammock
Its sweet relaxation
As I watched the gently swaying world go by
And learned Spanish from a Shakira CD.
I remember crumpled mountains and endless cacti
Timid velvet bugs and horned toads
That puffed up like tiny Triceratops dinosaurs
In the sauna-like heat.
I remember the warmth of his body along mine
Breath going in and out in the darkness
As the world slept and I did not
And I wondered how much time we had left.
Editor’s Note: The lovely sonics in this poem slide the reader into innocent nostalgia, but the last line reminds us that even a child knows time is fleeting.
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