Past Life

Away, away goes the rain.

It tip-taps and clip-claps.

I fall asleep, dreaming about the days when I used to admire the empty hills and plains.

Those were the days... I used to sit under a tree and take a quick nap before my mother called me in for supper.

Where have those days gone? So fast and steady.

I wish to go back to my life, which was once peaceful and happy.

What was I thinking? I left home so early, thinking I was all set and ready to face the world.

How wrong I was about myself, how I long to see my Pappy, who was always kind and happy.

Of course, I will never forget my Mummy.

Caring, gentle, and pretty—what else could I ask for?

Oh, how silly I was, and yes, quite clumsy indeed!

Yet, how patient she was with me, I felt quite loved and cared for.

How can I forget my great big Sis!

Who I loved to bits and pieces.

I don't get to see her, but I tell you that she is very beautiful, inside and out. 

Her hands had great talent for shaping a lump of clay into something quite lovely.

I write to her every day, and I'm relieved to know that she's in a happy place.

Oh yes, there is one more, my little puppy, Charlie, who grew up to be so cute and lovable.

I loved the little fella; he used to play around in the fields while I sat and watched him.

He was naughty at times, climbing onto the table to steal food before it was time to eat. 

*giggles*

Yes, in that way, he did cause trouble.

We were best friends; he cuddled with me at night and always made sure I was safe and tight.

I hugged his little body gently; his honey brown coat was softer than snow.

Alas! Thunder clapped its hands, waking me up from my deep slumber.

I smiled at the thought of my past life; it made me happier than I ever could have hoped for.