remembering when she was younger and they were
so much pinker the fade of decades of summer
still so far away and the front lawn was safe
but years of missing brothers and sisters
forced this migration as fall was now
the welcome mat to the door she
would soon go through but it
would be fine because she
had found them all new
homes where rusty
wire legs would
sink deep and
hold onto all
memories
they had
shared.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2025 16:04
- Comment from author about the poem: As time goes on.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
- Users favorite of this poem: Lorna
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Comments4
A most interesting format and well done.
Much thanks!
Most welcome
As long goes on we fade and people move on and we end up with are memories, nicely expressed and written
Thank you!
Fine words Jon, time does go on.
Andy
Thanks Andy!
Loved this........
Thank you Lorna!
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