Remember

I sit listening to the rain gently hit the pavement, the smell of it ever so fresh---
A smell I am nostalgic about, as it brings to mind a happy time in my life.
There was a time, not so long ago, that I was truly happy---
Not that I am not now, but this happiness is that of a child.
When nothing mattered but picking oranges in the east end---
and listening to imaginary ghosts in the abandoned church.
When the rain was choosy and fell to earth on one side of the street---
and not the other.
A time when the love of a friend was unconditional---
It mattered not, what Race, Colour or Gender you were.
You were loved for you---
My wish for the world would be to remember that time and go back to it---
Remember that feeling of utter and complete acceptance of one another.
Adapt it to your daily life and hold on to it---
And never let it go.



This poem is © 1997 by Karen Jones

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