Eyes wide and bewildered
You look at me and I feel
As if I could cry
Tell me about your History,
where are you planted
Where have you grown?
I want to learn about the colour of the sky
From you’re childhood home.
Over time, the landscapes that surround
you will swirl into a new
The sun will brim from a different direction
The way you sense the swell of tears
from peoples eyes will change
The water from the tap will be cold
The gas oven will breakdown
But you will still hold onto
Hands in big crowds
Grasp shoulders in the dark
And wish everyone good night.
You are a child from a land far far away
You speak tounges that you sipped from
Water in a creek, mommy never made you
where shoes on you’re feet
You were free then
Smiling with locks of gold in the wind
I wish you could be the same now
You played in fields
And picked flowers for the birds
The human embodiment of grace and
Some day she will come back
Hands welcoming and warm
Soft and filled with dark sand from a sea
Thousands of miles away.
“Nostalgia is a Part of Growing” is a small insight on my childhood and how one changes over time. It tries to show what growing up in different environments is like. In this poem, I am trying to understand how I have changed in small ways and what sparked it but also show my longing to be a young child again.