Sweet Nostalgia Of Yesteryear

These euphoric moments lingered in my head For a long time. When I was a kid, there was a party Almost every day. Friday evenings were Superbly jovial, where everything was calm and peaceful. Eternal springs constantly around us The sky and the sea were dressed cheerfully in indigo blue Like two twins, in kindergarten Back from school, with their light backpacks. The peasants displayed their products on Saturdays In the municipal market. The courageous donkeys could Barely walk or trot, these poor animals were so Overloaded that their backs were making noise. From a distance you could hear a well-organized chaos City dwellers stocked up with local food, while the peasants In return purchased items from far away land And when evening came, everyone was happy. Every six hours, the church bells were ringing You could inhale the aroma of fried meats and fish All the streets were lit up with tiny kerosene lamps And short waves radios that entertained the silence and the peace. Sweet nostalgia, Sunday was the most chic and beautiful day The vast majority of people wore their best dresses for two short Morning masses. In the afternoon, we visited the wharf and the boats On the wooden porches, the girls were dancing and shaking their buttocks. And my school comrades enjoyed watching and admiring everything I'm not going to give further details. Boys are future Men. They liked to send pretty flowers and play stupid trumps This time will never return, yet we can pay tribute on the walls. These moments straggled in my head. I'm neither asleep, nor dreaming It was year round eternal spring. Oh Gosh! We are no longer children The days were really beautiful, especially Saturdays among the peasants And Sunday afternoons, when took placed many kermesses and galas. Copyright © May 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.