I remember the smell of your cologne
and how it lingered in the air
I miss your smile when I’d come home
sitting in your favorite chair
I miss your ginger hair and scruffy speech
and before dinner, saying prayer
I miss mama’s kiss upon my cheek
and when she used to brush my hair
I miss the innocence of that life
seems we were living in between
A trapeze rope and sharpened knife
tween real life and make believe
I miss the easy Sunday mornings
when we all piled in the car
Our hands were airplanes in the breeze
when we picked flowers in the park
I know we took it all for granted
it all just came so naturally
Our childhood dreams were secondhand and
that never mattered much to me
I miss the smell of Sunday supper
laundry hanging on the line
When we were snuggled in together
small farm living on County line
Backyard games of hide and seek
the joys that only childhood brings
What would I give to take a peek?
if they were given back to me
And the smell of daddy’s pipe
the touch of mama’s cotton dress
Baking cookies Christmas morning
and you would smile at the mess
I miss so much about you
and the way we used to be
The naive innocence of youth
and what we thought that it would be
Crimson cheeks and father time
Welcoming the new year on TV
Staying up, we watched time fly
though it never occured to me
With each milestone we hurried past
to claim our independence
The further it fell from our grasp
and now pulls my heart strings in remembrance
I never understood a love like this
would mold my world and leave me wanting
the one real thing I truly miss
cannot be bought or sold for money
I don’t know how it happened
but I can’t deny it did
My eyes once closed, are opened
I miss what it was like to be that kid
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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