An old poem

11.12.2013   It matters not the wrongs I did Or the mistakes I made It matters not the hurts I endured The insults I suffered As I hold you tight, and your little fingers curl into mine Your small body snuggled against mine I know what peace is All you want Is for me to … More An old poem


I need to remember What I have forgotten The lost wonders of a childhood The forbidden delights Of splashing in a puddle Of running through the rain The innocent joys Of laughter without reason And quickly drying tears I have forgotten now But every now and then Your mischievous smile And excited voice Your reproachful … More Childhood