Memory

Memory
Danielle Vansover

Whatever the season

I’d watch the roses bloom

Without any reason

I’d decide to leave my room

It was a beautiful place

In the house I lived before

I had all the space

And would never wish for more

Deep in the yard

Past the tree and the swings

I would play with and guard

All of nature’s things

It was the place to play

Where the lavender grew

Pretending all day

Underneath the sky’s blue

Nobody knew

Of this place that I found

Where the wind calmly blew

In a soft and kind sound

But soon came the end

The day we moved away

All the time I would spend

Soon became grey

These are the memories

The small ones

The ones from our youth

The ones we oddly remember

And this, this one’s mine