Childhood

SaraBecca Martin

As I become an adult,
I look back on my life,
My childhood.
Sometimes I think
I'm alone;
You can never go back
To the innocence
And safety
Of childhood.
I sit in this chair,
In this house that is
No longer mine
And my mother's hands,
Rough from gardening,
And soft from love,
Gently massage away my worries.
And I taste a crumb
Of sweet childhood again.
And I smile, happy again.

 

Artwork by Dung Nguyen

 

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