Return Lucid Memory

In the nape of my neck
You take cover behind my ears
You rest on the tip of my tongue
You hide in the furrow of my brow
Oh sweet age of three
Birthdays and hidden presents
Party games rigged to win
Plastic toys with moving parts
And record disks on 45
Oh sweet age of three
Return Lucid Memory to me
You smell like cotton candy
You taste like lemon tandy
You feel like long grass
Built ‘round me like a fort
My best friend was a wide trunk tree
Mother never looked for me
Find me fleeting glimpse
The long ride home at last
A tiny yellow bus
I had no idea where I lived
Oh sweet age of five
Return that world to me
Kindergarten make-believe
Stories come to life
First grade number lines
Film reels back in time
Second grade teachers
Meaner than a monster
Third grade Library
Book reports non-stop
Favorite topic, Cats
Oh sweet ages past
Return that world to me