Time Stands Still
In a certain place, at a certain time, in my past.
Life would stop, it seemed to always be afternoon.
She would wake me, I'd get up, there was breakfast.
Buttered waffles drenched in syrup and some orange juice.
She played music, as she cleaned, I remember.
The sun filled all the rooms with perpetual warmth.
Always comfortable, on the couch, watching movies.
Soon she'd make me go outside to play.
Soft green grass, climbing trees, scraped up knees.
There was always something new to explore in those woods.
Running 'round, playing games, there was no sorrow.
I never got tired of that magical place.
I was young, life was perfect, with no tomorrow.
That's how it was when you stayed the night at grandma's.
My grandparents on my mother's side had a big old house with several acres of woodland around it. There were always so many things to do there. Exploring the woods was a
never ending task full of surprises. Even to this day I want to live in that house and have that land to explore. So many fond memories were made in that place where time
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