Nostalgic

The city of Sydney is my home, my childhood —

memories of a carefree family,

an old videotape,

a pair of sunnies,

sun on our innocent faces,

a father steering a toddler,

the warmth of a mother scolding her child with care,

the bicker of a little boy and a girl.

We were running about in these same old streets.

***

The city still radiates with a life —

holds that same taste of freedom,

sings the same songs,

the same melody.

***

Strangers pass by,

eyes holding stories of love and pain and loss —

there’s a sense of mystery,

adventure and discovery!

In front of the opera house,

beside the harbour bridge.

it is all just as I remember

***

I’m staring up at the same old sky,

Looking into the same old ocean.

But a decade later,

as I sit on the same bench by the sea

alone

I can’t help but think,

ponder

about all the little things that have changed

all the big things,

at all that once was,

all that will come

& all that is.

Who will take away all my sadness?

Who will bring together the carefree family to these streets once more?