Days of Youth
The days of youth
I remember well.
To tell the all
is hard to tell.
My mother's face
so warm, so fair.
Her heart held my love
and kept it there.
Lazy summer days
spent running free.
Time swimming in creeks
and climbing tree.
Pedaling down lanes
with sisters three.
Who thought it their job
to take care of me.
Looking back at mistakes
that were made.
The time to fix
I would not trade.
9/26/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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