The Days

I miss the days

When pots were drums

And goldfish were meals

And snow meant joy.

I miss the days

When swing sets meant

Hours of happiness with

A little fear of falling.

I miss the days

When laughter was rampant

And Santa was as real as me

And candy was better than money.

I miss the days

When it was easy to forget

To brush my hair and wear socks

And not call my sister names.

I miss the days

When writing was frustration

And reading was a bore

And work was math sheets.

But mostly I miss

Where love was simple

Work was easy

And life meant joy.