That Was Enough

The waking world and the morning glow
Bring inklings of nostalgia
From a time when I didn’t know what I didn’t know
And when my mother captured innocence with a camera

I remember a day that woke slowly
When I was a third of my age now
At my grandmother’s house, keeping my voice quiet and lowly
And eating all the French toast my grandpa would allow

And I remember simplicity
And I remember Love
And I remember waking slowly
And I remember that was Enough





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