Good times, good days

I sit here thinking of the past days

The summers always seemed so hot

Unless we were on holiday

Then it always seemed to rain

We always stayed in a caravan

My dad he always had great plans

He’d take us on walks for hours

But still he’d somehow keep it fun

I remember him with such fondness

And I am so sad he’s no longer here

He kept away the demons

He always kept away my fears

I think back at my younger days

We had no money but we were ok

He’d find enough money for a holiday

In s caravan but that was the only way

He was full of kindness and love

Though he struggled to show it too much

But I could feel it anyway

I look back upon those days

And smile and think of him and gaze

Into nothingness and I’d find that I am blessed

To see those memories displayed

By mind time and again

Those were good times and good days.

Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

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