I still dream of my first home.
Keys on a ribbon around my neck
The children's playground -
Place of many pretend-lifes
We were cowboys
And mermaids
And unicorns
Running around
With our dogs in tow
Climbing trees
Legs dangling from the branches
The sour taste of apples
Filling my mouth
Open windows, voices calling us
Mum, not yet, pretty please!
It's time for dinner
But we want to stay outside
And play
Our little room
Has bars in the window
So we don't fall out
Like a cage
But we don't mind
We were wild
And free
Our small bunk bed
Because there wasn't space
My hand touching the ceiling
Two tiny desks -
My world
Where I lose myself reading
So often, for so long
The only place I call truly mine
From which I embarked on so many adventures
Into my inner world
Long walks in the dusk
Deep talks about life
And death
And meaning
Figuring it all out
Together
That is what comes to me in the dreams:
The friendships
That fell apart in time
But in the timeless space
Inside my head
They are still alive.
About the Creator
Helen Olivier
I mostly write to share emotions.
You can find me also on Medium: https://medium.com/@Helen.Olivier
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