A Blackberry Memory

We were walking on a small bridge

The little ones were skipping or scootering or running

And she was commenting about the potential of them falling

And suddenly I smelled

Blackberries

And everything else faded into the background

Back my mind flew to a different day

When I was their age (the ones skipping, scootering and running)

And I wasn't tired and worn pushing a large buggy

All it took was a sweet aroma

To bring me back to that happy moment

A different era

Where nary a cell phone existed

Where there was no internet

We had no TV, not a single screen was in my life

And I was one of the last ones to get to live that life

A different sort of freedom

Where I rode my bike

To a large blackberry patch

With some best friends

Trespassed a little

And picked buckets full for pie,

I felt wistful remembering

Maybe even a little teary eyed

And then I came back to the present

To the bridge

And the voices

 And the children