Feeling such a radiance,
In a sheltered ambiance.
When I became older…
My ties with them were cut!
As children we had nicknames then…
But as we grew we gave them up!
I long to be called, ‘Bighead’ again!
And running through the Maple trees,
Carefree and laughing with them!
Some of them have passed away.
Like my grandparents; mom and dad!
And yet that ambiance I remember…
Seems to sink like racing sand so fast.
With nothing to hold onto or grasp!
As my time passes quicker…
In this swift shifting hourglass!