Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Susangreene (Remove filter)

The Granddaughter Plays

Today as my Granddaughter plays..

I fall into the simple haze

Childhood memories of long lost Daze

Feelings I had forgotton as I grew into age

How I sometimes miss that childhood haze.

Billowing curtains and breezes gone by,

I feel the beauty of my own childhood, minds' eye

Childhood haze, really never goes bye.

 

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

susansfindpoetrySusangreene

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message