Poetry: Good Ol' Times

                                                           
                                                       Good Ol' Times

i miss catching little grasshoppers
with the palms of my hands
in that thick grass
at the playground
right in front of our humble abode,
oh
and chasing after butterflies
innocent laughter on the field
brilliant vivid colours of the rainbow
busy drinking the sweet nectar
of the pretty little orchids
around the ground

i miss our basketball game
where the monkey bars
painted in bright red
at the park, was once our hoops
three on each side,
under the hot scorching afternoon Sun
the heat never did bother us
neither did the monsoon rain
never wanted to be called losers
the adults loved watching us
remember how they used to sit on the swings
talking about what's for dinner
burgers! 
all smiles, only if you shower by 7!

i miss sitting on the car trunk,
outside our porch,
munching on Super Ring snack,
talking about anything and everything
mostly about what's to happen on the next episode of Rave Master
at dusk, the stars light up right above us,
comfort to the soul,
good old times
family




By Jessica John Posko💗