Date Published: January 12, 2024
Time Published: 1:30 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Nostalgia
I gaze out my window on an afternoon hush,
And let my mind wander to long-past days in a rush.
Of rose-colored memories that softly unfold,
Scenes of summer pleasures from seasons of old.
The world was my playground— a stage for endless play,
From morning's first light until the end of each day.
With scraped knees and laughter, we'd climb every tree,
Oh, how I long to be that child again, forever young and full of fun.
The swingset sways softly in breezes blowing by,
With childish feet pumping and reaching for sky.
Memories swirl all around of childhood's careless play,
What magic this yard held for me every day.
The ice cream truck's jingle— a sweet serenade,
We'd gather eagerly, showing what coins we had saved.
Savoring each lick, as the flavors danced on our tongue,
Oh, how those summer days like our memories were so young.
Life was simple, with toys and games,
Building castles of leafy walls and branches bent.
Swinging at the park under the warm sun's glow,
Laughing with friends, watching our shadows grow.
How quickly for it all to fade too soon,
Replaced by the realities life bears its boon.
Oh, to feel young and careless just one day more,
And live in childhood's color-drenched store.
As I look back through the lens of time,
My heart is filled with nostalgia like an old nursery rhyme.
The nostalgia washes over me like waves upon the shore,
Reminding me of a time when life was so much more.
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