Backward Glances Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Backward glances looking upon the past, seeing memorable
times when all of family was younger, pure and innocent,
running, playing, climbing trees, jumping, catching jacks.

A truly remarkable time had when we were children, spaces
and moments always enticing our childish curiosity, while
being gleefully mischievous.

Giggling under tables while listening to grown-ups sitting
around, drinking their coffee and talking with one another,
not even noticing us hiding under the table.