SoulShaperX

I’m sitting on my bed
At seventeen
With the late summer, seventy-six degrees breeze
Cascading through my window.
It’s mid-morning,
Almost early afternoon,
And I can’t help
But to reminisce.

To when I was six,
Looking out the same window
Veiled with ivory gossamer curtains,
Daydreaming of green fields
That went on for miles.
The kind where the grass couldn’t
Help but to leave its fingerprints
All over your fresh white
Summer dress.
Above a home
That at the time,
Was not yet broken.