What? Where is everyone?
Gentle Wonder
Those were the times I was king of the ants, watching my subjects ‘till there were holes in the knees of my pants
Times when I could soar on eagles wings looking down upon many little things
I played, I danced -I don’t any more- I lived at ease for it was a time of inner peace
I remember when mom and dad were making up again, staying up all night sitting under the stars and I played outside until the sun rose and it was time for school
I didn’t know then that it was a night I would always remember fondly
One of five kids but I felt like I had our parents to myself even if I was all the way across the front yard
It was a time when I was the ruler of my little world, my imagination, where I could retreat and retain my innocence.
I didn’t know what a cruel world awaited... or did I know the crazy things people do
It is a feeling of contentment and pureness than we should all go through... at least for a while
Those were the times I remember as the happiest of my life still.
And I probably always will.
I was eating supper (chicken and spinach) and reading the World War II news.