Yesterday's Child

"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842 They smile at me from faded photographs; I touch the glass and wish they were still here, recalling tears and happy childhood laughs. I speak to them as though they were still near - it's been a while, but memories are strong. I blow my nose and wipe away a tear. I haven't seen them for so very long; I close my eyes and think of yesterday - I'm soothed by feelings that I still belong. Regretting there's so much I long to say; a grown up now - as old as they were then - and not a child who'd only wished to play. I haven't seen them since the age of ten. We'll meet again someday. Ah yes, but when? for Constance's contest