Your orange-squeeze
Smash-grin faces shine at me from a box
And I smell sherbet, mint-chip and
Sticky ice-cream summers.
Chewy candy springtime
Hats on your bouncing little heads.
I feel a pang of concern for the icy night tonight.
But I walk on past, thankful for this moment
This memory.
1 comment:
Good memories and a sweet little poem!
Check out my poem here:
http://herwordsbloomed.blogspot.com/2011/04/napowrimo-9-write-etheree.html
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