Oh, to run

My brothers and I running through fields
of poppies and haybales.
dinner is ready in 5 minutes, my loves
never did we go on time, we let what we thought was
10 minutes go by and then we’d return.
Still, dinner had 15 minutes left to go.

We could have used those minutes
so wisely but instead we obeyed.
I think my mother wished we defied her sometimes
so, we can enjoy the beauties
of the open fields and endless greens.

Dinner was great but let’s run again,
this time we would climb up thick trees and skinny trees
and whatever was in sight.
Even if it was us, tangled in bushes.

I flew from the tree, Bradley caught me.
I paused for a second, so my body could
decide if I was hurt or not.
Harry licked my face and stared at me
with those puppy eyes, he waited for a reaction.
I sprang up then ran again.

Harry chased me back to the house
Bradley and Haydn followed.
My mother would stand at the patio door, smiling
3 cups of tea on a slab of wood
And biscuits to dunk.

She knew this too, shall end
And on my 13th birthday I would not jump on the haybales
And make mazes out of the grass.
But instead I would wait with her
For Haydn to return with a band aid and some tea