reverie (not regret)
What I miss:
Summer as a child, days spent reading. I mean entire days.
My son at three, chasing butterflies across the grass,
giggling with the joy of it.
Camping in an old canvas army tent that leaked,
but having fun, just the same.
Being able to eat whatever I wanted and not gaining weight.
Staying up until the wee hours of the morning,
listening to Billie Holiday in the dark.
Almost always being barefoot.
Sharing a bedroom with my sister.
Eating popcorn and drinking Pepsi
while watching Carol Burnett.
Walking to the store to buy a 50-cent-piece-size Sweetart.
Orange coolers. (A milkshake made from Creamsicles.)
Spending days in the cemetery a block from my house, alone.
(I know, I’m weird.)
Still believing that the glass slipper would fit.
Going shopping for school clothes.
A tiny black kitten named Panther.
The tree outside my bedroom window, swaying in the breeze.
Playing jail (hide and seek) in the street at dusk.
Having breakfast for dinner.
A dog named Coby.