Most of my childhood memories are centered around the water.
For there was a time when I would walk to the local park alone.
Getting into the water was a favorite thing for me to enjoy.
However, wouldn't go out so far for I was and an afraid of water.
The peace I had from floating was a special time.
Being alive on the blue ocean was part of who I was but not today.
I am confined to a wheelchair and a bed twenty-four seven.
My days of going to the blue ocean is something of a memory.
For I don't go there today and haven't been in years.
I know there is harmony within my heart for being on the blue ocean.
It is a joy to remember the days when Dad and I would find ourselves at the local park enjoying our meal.
These days are gone and will never return.
I am aghast to think they will no more be a part of my life.
These days were the most precious of days for me.
I will fondly remember them for all the days to come of what used to be.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite)