childhood

kaetlynn ✿

it withers,

it winds,

it binds to us.

clinging to smells, the sound of your dad coming home,

christmas.

a mother's hug when your eyes get teary.

it's like having dinner with a blindfold on,

you know what you're tasting but not quite.

it all eventually blends together into the same taste,

and you just can't put your finger on it.

  • Author: kaetlynn b. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2022 17:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: wrote this at christmas lunch today. enjoy
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 23
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  • arqios

    After many years of it's absence, there was that feeling-knowing and even breathing-thinking of childhood at least once this Christmas. All that captured in this astute poem.

  • Goddess of the Mist

    So pretty, mysterious...and I love the visual.



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