Abbotsford Road

I'm swept up in mixed emotions when I walk down Abbotsford Road. They fill my memory-ocean where waves of feeling erode the moments from my childhood when time was an endless stream of games and imagination, of very first hopes and dreams. The trees have grown so tall, as they reach toward the sky. The gardens flourish and sprawl past lilacs that sway and sigh against the backyard gate, which I've pushed a thousand times to watch the apple blossoms fall from trees we used to climb. The house still looks the same, though I know it's changed inside. Someone else is dreaming dreams in the room that once was mine. Written: 2015/09/08 For Verlena's "A child's first home" contest