Nostalgia

For a peppermint,

we had those big fights for

Cuffing the slippers around the palms,

we ran across that profound woods

fast, deep into, racing, aiming nothing for

Playing the soccer ball,

made from the old socks

that by the river,

Those beautiful encounters with the herds

grazing at the bank near,

Wandering the village,

the entire day around

when we fished and swam

at the dirty pound

After the daddy’s scolding ,

cuddling around mamma’s arms,

letting the every pain abate with her affection

I am caving for those days,

When I had every perfection!