The Road to My Childhood
Walking down the lane of yesterday,
On the path to my halcyon days,
When the night hides nothing,
And the strange doesn’t come close.
I see my father,
He looks at me and smiles,
This speaks more than words ever could.
I hear my father snoring,
I wake my older brother up,
And we sneak into his room,
The cold floor makes us giggle.
My father wakes up,
He beckons us over,
And we huddle under the warmth of his blanket.
I see my mother,
Troubled by my father’s missteps but still wearing a smile,
Perplexed by unknown troubles,
Gloomed by their handiworks.