I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.

I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun                            

Came peeping in at morn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish  the night

Had borne my breath away.

 

I remember, I remember,                                

The roses, red and white;

The violets and the lily cups,

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

 And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,-

 The tree is living yet!

 

I remember, I remember,

Where I use to swing;

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing:

My spirit flew in feathers then,                       

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool               

The fever on my brow!

 

I remember, I remember,                                

The fir trees dark and high;

I use to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now ’tis little joy

To know I’m farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

-Thomas Hood

” Even if our childhoods were difficult, we still carry inside us some good memories of that magical time.”      Yu/stan/kema.