Tangled in memories
far behind,
the aroma of spring
hangs over me.

What is this place
that I’ve come to find?

Could the feel of soft wind
have brought me back in time?

Days far behind
show up in my mind;
a child full of energy
and imagination.

Images of running
down the street, and
calling out to
those my age.

To ride my bike throughout
the town, and forget
all of my cares.

To be young once more,
to having something
to live for, and
To forget
what I’ve become.

~ Stephanie Tomicich ~