it was utopia
freshly baked dutch butter cookies
temptingly sat on the sill
cooling off
in the patient winds of our childhood
we played monopoly
till the paper money had curled edges
and the pips on the dice had faded
the daytime sunlit atmosphere
was plump with familial love
bedtime was always too early
but hugs were plentiful and unrelenting
and if we sat on that window bench
right next to oma’s rocker
we could touch the stars in the sky
couldn’t we?
sure we all rewrite history to a certain extent
and the years have taken their toll
but through the foggy lens of memory
it still seems to me
it was utopia