Saudade

I followed a course between the trees

A trail, abaft thru history

on pavement paths like grandpa made

it takes me back to where we played

when I was a ten-year squirt

life seemed endless, music didn’t hurt

moist green moss, and fusty scent

hint grandma’s house, where spring was spent

reminiscent of grandma’s lawn

her smokey laugh, alas, is gone

Where once a Canopy to shade

The patio my grandpa laid

for Picnics held before my birth,

now petrichor and loamy earth

I try to recall, how it felt to be young.

To remember my head,

and my thoughts as they sprung

but floated away in under a minute. 

Like a sniff of the air with cinnamon in it

An Icy breeze scalds my face

Lonesomeness is what I taste

It shocks me back into the present

remembering can be so pleasant

yet I’m an old woman,

Whose dreams have gone dark

Sobbing alone

In a far-away park