J.W. Surface
Childhood, Childhood Give me a bowl of ice cream. Carpet, Warm and soft between my toes. Hours of that one cartoon. That box of action figures, With a never ending evening, Free from homework. And, that old familiar thirst, To feed the imagination.
With all that 2020 has brought us, I have to admit, on many occasions I have wished to go back to simpler times. Calmer times. This poem does that for me. It brings me back to nostalgia, comfort and simplicity. But, this poem also helps me appreciate the past, and all that is has done for me.
fall 2020
UIndy
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