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If I could fall back

to any age

I’d choose an hour

of steady rain

on the rooftop of

my childhood days

as I curled atop

the familiar spread,

a bouquet of

fabric softener

filling my head,

listening in

to the muffled din

whilst staring up

at nothing too much

as the sounds of

my mother

fixing our dinner

dripped like a faucet

down the long,

distant hall


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Written by: Sarah on October 27, 2010.
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  • http://foolishnessofthings.blogspot.com Aniket

    Gorgeous writing Sarah. To have nowhere to go, to have no errands to do, to feel absolutely safe, feel needed, be taken care off and most importantly so much love all around. (Not to forget the awesome food cooked by mom). Yes, I’d take that hour too.

  • http://www.stephenparrish.blogspot.com Stephen Parrish

    Terrific poem, yet again, from a trustworthy source.

  • http://sarahhina.blogspot.com Sarah

    Aniket – I’m glad I’m not alone in that feeling. Been thinking more and more lately, how lucky I was in my childhood. Particularly in my mom. I have a hunch your mom is another keeper. :)

    Steve – this one was a joy to write, because it came rather easily. I love it when that happens. Thanks so much.

  • Ric

    I am glad that someone was so well inspired by this prompt. Excellent memory.

  • http://lyricsandmaladies.blogspot.com joaquin

    beautiful – i love the idea of being able to be any age and choosing “an hour” – it makes the rest of this even more magical – and i really love “a bouquet of / fabric softener” and “staring up / at nothing too much” – perfectly through-a-kid’s-eyes moments. i hope your mom has seen this. :)

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