Living in a Concrete Jungle.....

It’s when you’re in a big city being one among the crowd shuffling down the street between the buildings that block out light that you miss the simplicity of a small town in Texas.  I miss how the wild flowers would fade into bluebonnets that lined the two lane highways and how my mother and I would make a drive specifically for pictures among the bonnets.  If I would have known then that those moments would only be faded memories like worn paint on a house porch chipping away after the years, I would have paid more attention.  I would have memorized the sun and clouds on those days and the way my mother would stand and smile.  I would have taken deeper breaths and smelled the flowers as I kneeled down for a picture.  My childhood was filled with green and life and now in adult hood I find happiness when I see a patch of grass among the concrete jungle I now live in.  Nostalgia is what fills my heart now.  I keep finding my heart being pulled to what used to be and the people that used to fill my life.  But those days faded like water falling on a paper of words slowly pulling at the edges until there are new shapes formed and only a memory of what once was.