City of My Youth
In Andres City where my feet grew up
Ancestral house draped nights mildly beaming,
I retrace childhood with gazes, non-stop
Where pillow fights turned into hushed dreaming.
Strange, most oak trees now ripped by skylines
And the fountains... oh gone for young tugs-of war;
Where siblings rushed on for afternoon pastimes
Till Mom called for dinner through doors, afar.
Sketching the old plaza of teenage fun
My shoes roams, this scene now a memory;
Trimmed with fiestas-- dances I rerun,
Embracing the girl and adult in me.
I look and absorb, for the moon will set
Never exactly as it hangs low tonight...
And though my heart sinks, it will not forget
Each moment which lives within--ever bright!
Contest: Landscapes and Towns Contest
5/2/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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