It's 3am in the morning and I am laid here wide awake
Wondering how many others are waiting in the darkness for the sleep that never comes.
When daylight appears and other people awake refreshed, I feel my eyes
closing in the sleep that night time should bring.
I can hear the rain on the windows, breaking the silence of the night.
Enveloped in darkness I remember my childhood days when the sun shone all day
And we played long into the balmy summer nights.
Is it my memory playing tricks or did we have four separate seasons then?
Spring when the lambs were born into the gentle warmth of the sun.
April showers bringing forth green buds proming new growth.
Summers full of sunshine with memories of building sand castles and
paddling in the cold clean sea - simple pleasures but oh what fun.
Autumn, walking through woods carpeted in multi- coloured leaves.
Gathering acorns and beechnuts to make things from when we had to stay inside.
Purplestained fingers from picking blackberries that would be made into delicious jam.
Winter, with cold crisp mornings creating frosty patterns on the wiindows
Children and parents tobogganing and making snowmen, cold fingers and toes thawed out
in front of a crackling fire.
Is it my memory playing tricks?
Do we only remember the good things and push the bad memories to the back of our minds?
Have we lost some of the simple pleasures in life now that computers, mobile phones and modern
technology have taken over our lives?
There must be a balance somewhere to combine then and now
Reminiscing by Bluebell