The Past

Past memories feel like a comfortable, fluffy pillow to lie on in visions of those good times in life such as childlike memories of watching the sunsets on a warm evening at the beach; sitting on a large log of driftwood as an orange sky lights up in multicolored sparkling ways.
Moving to the next chapter I see children playing “it” with loud voices and laughter. They are my children as I sit on a stoop watching them catch each other. I feel my youth as I look on with long, brown hair in pigtails that sway as my eyes watch them. I feel much older today as a grammie whose best memories remain in my soul about smiling children.
I say to myself, “What a wonderful life I am having.”Faces of life