Childhood

When chaos reigned and times were hard

I’d visit my special place

Cocooned by trees and hanging vines

With spider webs of lace

The peace and silence hurt my ears

But still helped me to think

Sat on grass and broken sticks

While sipping on a drink

I felt so safe and comforted

By the quiet and the calm

Each bush and piece of shrubbery

Was holding tight my arm

This place kept me from falling

Into a pit of great despair

My seat upon the dirty floor

A relaxing easy chair

Hidden from the outside world

My thoughts would be more clear

Safe in Mother Nature’s womb

Allowed to shed a tear

I wish I had that place again

To go to every day

But it is back in childhood

And much too far away