Lingering Memories
Lingering Memories
The hours have gone by fast
memories of the past
linger and I do yearn
for your footsteps to return
taking time to reminisce
about the things we do miss.
When I’d rather play in dirt
than put on a skirt.
reminders here and there
things of which I am aware,
the teddy bear on the shelf
one eye gone sits by itself.
How I hated the hair bow
that I wore long ago.
Tiny footprints in plaster,
first footstep of disaster
until I learned to run
now able to chase in fun.
Going over the yesteryear
chicken pox and the tears,
no nap made me cranky!
What became of the hanky?
While time flies by
with a slice of blueberry pie.
By Deborah Ann Russell
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