As I sit and drink my tea,
I think of you and I think of me.
How we laughed and how we played.
Sometimes cried, but always stayed—

Sitting in a pile of sand,
pretending to be in a far off land.
Kings and princesses, knights with dress,
the sand we played became a mess;
staying closer.

These places within our minds,
these childhood days would always find,
a time called ‘all-our-own’.
These places with us, now we’re grown;
are keeping us close.

As we sat among shaded trees,
mud dried clothes and scabbed knees.
Sun glowing on our faces,
the reflection of playful traces;
growing closer.

The child in us soon to part,
always remembering in the heart;
Forever close.
Copyrighted: 2001 CMM