Remembrance of the good old days.
Mom and me used to play this song game whenever there was a power cut
Her voice is beautiful, I don’t get to hear that version now the one uncut.
I used to wait for a letter from my cousin and cycle to the post office to collect it myself
The text apps or engine automobiles have taken away that part of my little self.
I used to carefully set my radio system on this channel to hear my Friday special love songs
I don’t know if I really remember today, those good old amazing songs.
It was a delight to meet my aunt every month I guess
She would always get my favorite chocolates and the board game of chess.
I miss my aunts hug, she held me tight and sprung me in the air
Today we chat, she in her room, me in mine. With a distance of miles and the same air.
More than chocolates and flowers and the planting of trees
I miss walking beside dad to parks, in the buzzing of bees.
I miss the power cuts because when lights were back I would run to blow off the candles
I miss the race my sister let me win often to blow those fragrant candles.
I miss cycling to the post office, I rarely see one today
I wish those good old days were still here for the child in me an heartbeat away.