As a child
I used to love to go to my grandmother’s house
It was the best
It was a utopian dream
Going out into the green pastures and seeing the lakes and ponds
I used to love to go to my grandmother’s house because it was located in the country
And so it was nothing for my brother and my sister, and I to see horses and cows
It was normal for us
I loved picking berries and plums while there
And enjoying the flowers that had bloomed for summer
I wanted to be in those moments forever and would if I could
But time knows no ending and time knows change
I loved the sound of family that filled my grandmother’s house
And the clinking of forks on plates after we got back
It was a sign that it was dinner time
I miss that
I’ll never forget that.