As Time Goes By

I miss watching the sky turn into cotton candy,
Feeling the spring breeze and the buzz of the bees.
I miss the distinct smell of a rainy morning,
As seeds begin to sprout and flowers bloom.
I miss participating in my family’s annual easter egg hunt,
As I collected multi-colored plastic eggs filled with goodies.
I miss watching my Mimi plant and garden,
With worn out dirt covered gloves and a green apron.

I miss feeling the heat from the blazing sun up above,
Watching the sweat drip off me as I take a sip of a cool beverage.
I miss seeing children flock to our local ice-cream truck,
Down by the bay.
Sprinting barefoot on burning hot sand,
And then standing on asphalt.
I miss my mom complaining about trucks parking on the sand,
As she slathered 50 SPF sunscreen on me.

I miss watching the leaves flutter onto the ground.
Feeling the chilly winds encompassing me as I walk to my bus stop.
I miss the smell of cinnamon, pumpkin, and apple,
In my local town,
As stores begin to close early since the summer season is over.
I miss the family thanksgiving dinners,
And the noise of the T.V. blasting NFL football all Sunday afternoon.
I miss hearing my dad shout in glee as the Jets score a touchdown,
and my mom groan since she’ll root for any other team.

I miss feeling the icy burn of staying out too late in the cold.
As I watch snowflakes swirl around me, no two alike.
I miss drinking hot cocoa specially made for me,
A dollop of whipped cream, a handful of marshmallows,
And an entire cup of love.
I miss the extravagant Christmas Eve parties,
Filled with delicious food and home baked cookies.
I miss seeing my Poppy dressed up as Santa Claus,
White beard, pot belly, and filled with Christmas joy.

Most importantly,
I miss the feeling of home,
And all the mundane activities I once took for granted.
I’m left here to reminiscence,
What the past used to be,
And what the future could become.