Memories

A relaxing evening awaits me. As I settle down by the fire. In the distance I hear the sounds of the creek. Many days I have traveled there. The natural order of things. Birds sing, small tadpoles swim the croaks of the frogs. The buzz of bees. All the childhood memories flood back on me. A smile breaks through the face of content. Those were happy times I relax to sip a cup of cocoa and remember tales told to me by my mother. The laughter that filled the home. Stirs a longing in me. Anxious I am to build such memories for a child of my own. For now I enjoy the relaxing evening by the fire.