Sunday, November 16, 2008

Nostalgia

(My first Acrostic) 
Never again will they be the same 
Over! those days in mama's arms 
Sand Castles built by little hands 
Torn down and dragged away 
Across the oceans by thoughtless waves 
Little moments wilt with time 
Garden of roses though dry and wild 
Its fading fragrance still does linger 
And fills my aging heart with yearnings

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