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My Old Playground
As I walk through my old playground, my safe haven I see how much everything has changed, yet there is so much familiarity it's almost as if not all has changed that much.
I find myself longing for the times that I spent there with those I loved and loved me.
When I close my eyes, I see the little girl who would run and chase lightening bugs with her cousins.
The same girl who would grow up and walk the railroad tracks and learned how to get good at catching the ball with her dad.
Before I know it I see the young girl turning into a woman and hear her laughing with those she held close to her heart.
Not only do I hear the laughter of love, I hear my grandmother talking and my daddy telling another one of his famous tales and seeing a mischievous grin on his face when he realized he had all convinced on whatever it might be.
I smile myself and let the memories wash over me as it fills my heart with joy and love.
I know when I open them I will see and hear my family that holds my heart.
I am eager to see their smiling faces and feel their warm embrace for its been to long.
I am eager to see their smiling faces and feel their warm embrace for its been to long.
I open my eyes and I feel my heartbreak into million little
pieces.
The house is run down, the grass hasn't been cut, no more rocking chairs, no sweet voices calling my name, no more games or smiles, no more joyous laughs and jokes.
For everything and everyone I loved is gone.
All I have left is a sad heart full of memories.
My playground is gone.
But
You can keep the gresat memories of home. And as poet, write them back into reality. I do it all the time. Cool reflection on time and it's corrosiveness. - slc
This is one of the wisest
This is one of the wisest comments I have read! So very true.
Starward