Oh Sister How We Played Poem by cora fazio

I used to play with pies of mud.
I'd place on icing of flower buds.
My sister and I would play for hours.
We'd pick so many of our mothers flowers.
Large pies of mud drying in the sun.
We played and played, Oh so much fun.
Where did those hours and days go to?
I miss you sister, that child in you.
As we grow older and life is rough.
I miss those childhood times and such.
Those times of fun and worries free.
I miss when you would fight with me!
But most of all I miss that time.
When days and hours were only mine.
Now life calls us to do this and that.
I'm tried of this large 'ADULT' hat.
Time Traveler I would love to be.
I'd take you sister home with me.
We'd play in mud and make those pies.
Mom would hear our laughing and our crys.
But we must stay here.
Grow old and gray.
And dream of those happy bygone days.