You're good?

Childhood memories are put away
Set before us as a tease
Wishing to have moments back
Hoping to come and go as you please.

Shames are boxed away
Hiding from all others
Erased of all pieces from the past
Children held far from their mothers.

The houses of our younger age
Are now the home to our foes
Flashed right before us are the times
The sadness comes and goes.