Reminiscences

NafisaSB

How can I ever forget

The house in which I was born

Where I first saw the dawn

Where I woke up in the morn

Stifling a sleepy yawn..

 

How can I ever forget

The pleasure-filled happy days

The chirping of the jays

The house – so like a maze

My own innocent ways ?

 

How can I ever forget

The roses pink and white

The eagles’ soaring flight

The marbles, top and kite

The twinkling city light?

 

How can I ever forget

The sweet sugary pie

The white clouds in the sky

The barley and the rye

My old dog that did die??

 

How can I ever forget

The pine trees green and tall

The shrubs atop the knoll

The games of bat and ball

My play-mates, John and Paul.

 

How can I ever forget

The ignorance of my youth

The innocence that time did loot

That now in fairness and truth

I am wicked and uncouth???????

 

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2022 00:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: btw this is not a description of myself, as you would have guessed...
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 22
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  • Nicholas Browning

    +10 points for using the word "uncouth". A very descriptive write about remembrance and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

    • NafisaSB

      thanks for the feedback. glad you liked it

    • Paul Bell

      Innocence disappears when the devil introduces you to your teenage days.
      That's what I told the judge anyway, and he concurred.

      • NafisaSB

        ha ha... that's so true.. glad you could relateto it



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