Seven years ago,
I went back to Canada
after forty-two years.
I walked down a road
to show my wife where I used to live.
The road was built on rolling hills
and as I came over one,
I knew instantly where I was.
Things had changed
in those forty-two years,
some would say
it was unrecognisable
from what I used to know,
but as soon as I started down the hill
things came back like yesterday.
It was as if I had never been away.
Memories of my childhood
instantly sprang to mind.
I found myself seeing things
not as the now,
but there were changes
from the way back then.
The memory flashes
brought a smile to my face
as I could visualise
all the friends I knew then,
the funny incidents that over my life
in the way back then.
All too soon, time
has a way of taking things back
and my memory reclined them
to the back door of my mind.
30 April 2008
Great read David! Childhood memories always seem to bounce back once reintroduced to old sights and smells amazingly from in the way back then! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad
It does not matter how long it was way back when, where your childhood was is always sweet home my friend... Andy 10
'The back door of my mind.' is wonderful. It neatly finishes a reflective, nostalgic write. Most enjoyable. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a sweet memory.... of a memory: O) .....but i have one complaint....you make it sound like your Dinosaur Dave....'Way Back Then'....lol....I've seen your face......you have a long way before you hit that base....: O) ....seriously though....it does seem like that at times when we look back....so far away...and other times it seems like it was yesterday....thanks for sharing