Aging Poem

Poem About Wanting To Go Back In Time

A poem about what is, was, and could have been.

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© Carol F. Santoro

Published: Feb 2006


Sometimes I sit and think

Sometimes I remember

Warm and Soft
Strawberries and Ice Cream
Scary Movies
Peter Pence Day
Sitting on a bench, eating bread and cheese
The smell of Taboo

Sometimes I sit and think

Sometimes I Hear

The closing of a screen door behind me
Church bells on a Sunday morning
The first time my babies cried
Grandma calling my name

Sometimes I sit and think

Sometimes I See

My mom, sitting on her hands like a frog
My dad, developing pictures he took
My brother playing first base
My sister, so eager to go with me

Sometimes I sit and think

Sometimes I Wish

I wish I could lay my head in Grandma's
lap one more time
I wish they were still babies so I could
cuddle them and keep them from harm
I wish they still made screen doors like
they used to
I wish mom could still sit on her hands
like a frog
I wish dad still mixed the chemicals
I wish my brother played in the major leagues
I wish my sister lived across the street



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