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Utopian Dreams of Melancholia
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I kissed her head
and handed the coffee
I looked at her eyes
filled with an immense love
I took few of the grey hair
covering her face
and put it behind her ear
revealing the smile
she held my hand as I sit next to her
and intertwined her fingers with mine
then leaned on my shoulder
I hear the noises of laughter
kids playing in the front yard
she was looking outside
at the kids with the same smile
I was looking at her reflection on the glass
what else would bring
a joy to this old heart
sitting next to my love
watch the kids grow
oh! how I wish for them to have
the green fields as in the picture books
I still remember
in my younger years
how my grandpa told me
the stories of his grandfather
playing in the green fields
surrounded by trees
the fantasy I grew up with
dreaming about open free green fields
wondering how a rain would feel
on my skin
in our grey cities
my father told me
he saw the last water park
before it closed down
even I played in the streets
without wearing any masks
we all think
we had the best childhood
than the kids of today
it’s not about what we had
or what we adults think
that what a child needs
to be happy
it’s the magic of the childhood
the innocent sincerity
that joy fills the soul like no other
I see their true laughter
even with those uncomfortable
breathing masks on
sometimes I wonder
how my great great grand child
going to enjoy the breeze outside
somehow the kids
they will find the way to enjoy
and to save these sweet memories
to revisit when they are
sitting here as I do now...
*As a submission to the Future Poetry comp
.
I kissed her head
and handed the coffee
I looked at her eyes
filled with an immense love
I took few of the grey hair
covering her face
and put it behind her ear
revealing the smile
she held my hand as I sit next to her
and intertwined her fingers with mine
then leaned on my shoulder
I hear the noises of laughter
kids playing in the front yard
she was looking outside
at the kids with the same smile
I was looking at her reflection on the glass
what else would bring
a joy to this old heart
sitting next to my love
watch the kids grow
oh! how I wish for them to have
the green fields as in the picture books
I still remember
in my younger years
how my grandpa told me
the stories of his grandfather
playing in the green fields
surrounded by trees
the fantasy I grew up with
dreaming about open free green fields
wondering how a rain would feel
on my skin
in our grey cities
my father told me
he saw the last water park
before it closed down
even I played in the streets
without wearing any masks
we all think
we had the best childhood
than the kids of today
it’s not about what we had
or what we adults think
that what a child needs
to be happy
it’s the magic of the childhood
the innocent sincerity
that joy fills the soul like no other
I see their true laughter
even with those uncomfortable
breathing masks on
sometimes I wonder
how my great great grand child
going to enjoy the breeze outside
somehow the kids
they will find the way to enjoy
and to save these sweet memories
to revisit when they are
sitting here as I do now...
*As a submission to the Future Poetry comp
.
Published 19th Apr 2016
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