Last night I dreamed I was a child again
with friends, siblings, playful and full of fun.
Last night I ran free, supple, without pain
laughing breathless in the heat of the sun;
feeling it’s rays warm on my up turned face.
Squealing in rare delight at being young;
chasing companions through the open space
of forbidden fields where corn shoots had sprung.
Last night was just a dream of bygone days
that cannot return in reality;
kith and kin have gone their separate ways
aged now but still I love them mightily.
Our old bones complain but our glad hearts sing
with golden memories yesterdays bring.