Many Years Ago

I sat on the couch,
my sisters,
my cousins,
all by my side,
and we laughed,
many years ago.
I was small,
a baby,
then an infant,
playing in the sun,
rolling in mud,
many years ago.
Ah, so many years have passed,
and it may seem like
so much has changed,
but there will always be something to 
hold on to,
to cherish. 
And,
I say this truthfully,
there will always be something 
that returns.
The ability to be close to
one another,
to hug,
to laugh without paper,
without cloth,
catching our every word,
our every breath.
The smell of 
fresh flowers,
of grass,
of heavy rain,
will always come back.
The cold bite of the winter 
will always come back.
Even things that smiled,
that danced,
that made mistakes,
no matter how bad,
many years ago.