Since I I left my home country along, long time ago,
I miss a lot of things, the food, the sounds, the ambiance and the weather…
The way the rain feels on my skin when I run around the beach,
My hair flapping in the wind or drying in a gentle breeze.
My father with his fishing net, my mother cooking our favorite food,
My siblings playing with each other while I was pretending to be a pirate…
Chickens running everywhere, we had a dozen of loyal dogs,
They were guarding the property, day and night, hail and storm.
Up until now till forever my favorite food is seafood,
I grew up surrounded with crabs, shrimps, lobsters, fish and scallops…
Meat was then foreign to us we had it only on Sundays,
If we’re lucky we feast on it, on New Year’s eve or Christmas dinner.
Life was hard, we didn’t have too much of material things,
we had couple of blankets, selfmade pillows, plastic cups, plates and saucers…
Table and chairs we never had, no TV, phone or computer,
But we owned a transistor radio, my father’s most prized possession.
Now I have a lot of things, I owned a couple of houses,
A manor in the country side and a modern cottage in the suburb…
We ride the latest model of Gran Turismo 3 BMW
And on the side we also have a jeep GLC Mercedes (I have pictures, it’s not exaggerated)
But I will exchange my life now if I can go back then,
I will gladly switch existence with my former self without a second thought…
Only it is impossible I now long established here,
I get used to the luxurious life I bet I cannot survive there.
But the most important is my children are here with me,
The only positive outcome of my disastrous previous marriage…
I cannot leave them no matter what, they are my joy and my pride,
I want to see them get married, have children, be successful and fall in -love.
So, in my head I will go back to that place in my memory,
When everything was so simple and life was happy and carefree…
I will hold onto the feelings, the sensation and the flavor,
Of long forgotten years when I was young, innocent, sweet and healthy…
Wow, very powerful – glad you have such amazing memories – you have clearly demonstrated that material wealth isn’t everything.
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Thank you! I’m being nostalgic. I cried all the way writing this poem and crying still. It’s been three years… Now I can’t travel no more.
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Simplicity is not always a bad thing. Enjoyed your post very much.
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Added to my strength, your positive comment.
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Wonderful poem with powerful words.
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Thank you!
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I enjoyed this very much. You’ve experienced both sides of the coin, and have a lesson to share.
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I consider myself lucky that way.
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Very fond memories!
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Yes they are.
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Memories to be cherished for sure. I am also sure one that shares this experiences also have come to appreciate these things possessed over time. I am finally realizing as of late that we certainly can have more than we need.
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People become slaves of their possessions. The more they have, the more they worry the more they get scared of losing everything. I know the feeling.
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Enjoyed this post very much
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I’m glad
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