In Days of Yore

Such is the power of a life unlived, a dream that remains forever out of reach.

A childhood that I’ll never have.

In the days of yore, I lived a life so pure, With a childhood that was gentle, kind, and demure. My parents were my guiding star, my light, And with their love, my life was filled with delight.

In a meadow bright and fair, we’d spend our days, With blooms that cast a fragrant haze. We chased after fluttering butterflies, And played beneath the azure skies.

At eventide, we’d return to our abode, With crackling fire, warming our abode. My mother’s dulcet voice would fill the night, As my father told stories of valiant knights.

At dawn, I’d wake to their gentle touch, Feeling loved and cherished, never as such. A breakfast feast would be prepared, A meal divine, that nothing could be compared.

My childhood memories would be a trove of precious gold, A store of love, mirth, and moments to behold. I imagine a blissful life, one without care or strife, And to my parents, I would pledge an endless fife.

©Emika Oka

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Previously published on From The Corner of My Mind

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