1248 Latham Road

My mind drifts relentlessly back to you.
 
To a time that my imagination was ever restless.
 
Childhood, a chance to be guilt free and innocent.
 
I try to fool myself daily into thinking life can be like it once was.
 
Struggling to be something I'm not is just ignorance.
 
Remembrance of what once was and shall never be again
 
the chains of adulthood drag me further from my creativity.
 
Memories of "army tag" with my brother and friends
 
We fought these skirmishes with rotten apples from the back yard, or wads of fresh packed clay.
 
When we weren't having fun we were tending to the animals and chores.
 
Chickens,cows, turkeys, and the occasional mule.
 
Growing up on a farm was part of my childhood.
 
I'll never see grannies house from my front porch.
 
 I can forget about ever going hunting with dad again.
 
I'll never go searching for mushrooms on the hill.
 
No more four wheelers or treehouses.
 
Because I lost part of myself.
 
Part of living is learning that much is true.
 
Part of loving is yearning and I yearn for you.
 
I'm going to miss it.
 
1248 Latham Road.