Nostalgia is a good thing, they say.
That favorite dress you wore to every party
The fight over the TV remote with your sibling
The holiday shopping and gift wrapping
That extra pocket money for all the ice cream.
Holding hands to cross the street
Sulking when denied that special treat
Looking out of the window to catch the taxi turning the bend
That had in it, people you loved.
Brown covers on school notebooks
White ‘keds’ for PT class
Running around in circles till our heads spun
Are now all things of the past.
The big courtyard with the mango tree
And clothes hanging on the lines
Faces I can no longer touch
All remain in my memory, immune to the tricks of time.
The sound of the ice cream man on sultry afternoons
The sudden ‘load shedding’
That unexpected guest and unbridled giggles
Are now sacred pages in my memory pocket book.
Pretty little smiles fill up the present
Wheels of time spin faster than before
As I rush to hold on.
Scattered across the memory
Are glimmers of a time a gone by
Nostalgia peeks from corners
As my soul dances to the tinkling rhythms of the past.