An Ode to my Childhood

Just like breathing, I forget,

How un-assuming and easy it is,

Until it barely exists.

Family, so hard to build,

Easily displaced and shelved.

Dust off the covers,

Rediscover old joys,

Dark rooms, joke books,

Pigtails and kites.

Running around, yelling,

Patting, hitting, laughing.

Skipping up and down stairs,

Monkeys climbing trees,

Playground wounds and

Top secret missions.

Endless games and parades.

Running to finish first,

In a race that a glance decided.

Looking back, I say this,

A childhood filled with memories

A childhood worth reliving.