In a trailer park, among the trees,

Honeysuckle scent drifting on the breeze.

Childhood days, forever cherished,

In memories, they've never perished.

Running wild, under the sun's warm glow,

On the trampoline, we'd bounce and go.

Water hose fights, laughter in the air,

Simpler times, no worry or care.

Climbing trees, with sandwiches in tow,

Daddy's ponytail, his rock CDs would flow.

Picnic baskets perched, up high we'd dine,

The good old days, when all was fine.

School days beckoned, summer's end drew near,

But oh, the memories we held dear.

Riding the bus, with friends by my side,

My first heartbreak, oh, how I cried

Now, in moments quiet and still,

The scent of honeysuckle brings a thrill.

Each time I smell them, I go back to the start,

Before this cruel world left its mark on my heart.