I remember my old home.
The grass that grew around it,
the children that would play there.
Their screams of joy and laughter, was
music for my soul. But then something
happened, I can’t really remember what
it was, I had to move. I lived there since
I was a small child. My days were spent
with the other children, we would go to
school, and play ball in the street. Soon
I grew into a young woman, and I couldn’t
play with the kids. I found someone I
was going to spend the rest of my life with
and I settled down in the same old house I
grew up in. I had kids of my own, and I watched them
grow. Now I sit and ponder my life, trying to remember
the good old days of nostalgic bliss.
