the road behind me…

the-road-behind-me

i close
my eyes
and see
all the fireflies
from
my youth
fluttering
in the night sky
and
feel
times past
summer’s warm breeze
against
my skin
and
once again
hear
my mother’s voice
time to come in
and
with
one
final tear
i
open
my eyes

3 thoughts on “the road behind me…

  1. Oh Charlie, this is so beautiful. I still want to call my Mom each morning as we used to do.This poem stirred many childhood memories, I was blessed to have so many wonderful ones.

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