Clouds floating by ...
Looking out my airplane window
The sun breaking through to create a tapestry of golden thread
As far as the eye can see
If I look hard enough, I can see my childhood floating by
A childhood with nary a care ...
Despite the hardship
Cuddled on my mother's shoulder
Lying on the damp and hard surface of the ground
Not much food
Life was so much simpler then
... just happy
I see clouds
... I miss being happy