Seven years ago, my son and his family were living in the small town where I grew up. His daughter attended kindergarten at the same grammar school that I did. When I walked her to school, the first time, I was drawn well into the past, remembering the many experiences I had at that school. I stood in a parking lot where there had been a basketball court Where I played sometimes well into the evening. I remember breaking a school window with a softball that went out of control. I thought to myself how wonderful it is that I have experienced so much of my life that was beyond my wildest dreams when I attended that school.It was a cosmic experience to be walking my granddaughter to the same grammar school that I attended.
Yes, we have within us all the beloved places where we played, loved, lived, cried, and laughed. There is an internal architecture, cities inside us only we can see. How hard it is to return to a place that is missing or decaying, when inside the movie in our minds, there we are, as we were. As it was then. Thank you for this poem that all of us as adults can relate to.
Seven years ago, my son and his family were living in the small town where I grew up. His daughter attended kindergarten at the same grammar school that I did. When I walked her to school, the first time, I was drawn well into the past, remembering the many experiences I had at that school. I stood in a parking lot where there had been a basketball court Where I played sometimes well into the evening. I remember breaking a school window with a softball that went out of control. I thought to myself how wonderful it is that I have experienced so much of my life that was beyond my wildest dreams when I attended that school.It was a cosmic experience to be walking my granddaughter to the same grammar school that I attended.
Marc, I know you are an atheist, but nevertheless, that is a blessing and thanks for sharing.
Yes, we have within us all the beloved places where we played, loved, lived, cried, and laughed. There is an internal architecture, cities inside us only we can see. How hard it is to return to a place that is missing or decaying, when inside the movie in our minds, there we are, as we were. As it was then. Thank you for this poem that all of us as adults can relate to.