where we came from

we forget
the pleasures of our youth.
the bounce
of a new morning.
the spring
of legs and heart towards
a new day.
we forget how
easy it was to live
back then.
everything taken care of.
someone to watch
over you, see to your
meals, your clothes,
at night
say a prayer with you,
tuck you in.
we forget
in this rain and wind
so much
of where we came
from, but always a part
of us wanting
to return again.