Sunday, November 16, 2008

Nostalgia

(My first Acrostic)

Never again will they be the same
Over! those days in mama's arms
Sand Castles 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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