Nostalgia
A longing look back at dusty thoughts
colors my musings of childhood days.
And I miss Mom's hugs, outings, and trips,
and phantasmagorical picnics.
My imagination starts to stir;
conjuring up past visions of fun.
And I wish that I could go hog-wild,
or switch curiosity back on.
Thinking about family groupings
instantly summons up happy thoughts.
And my mind oft lovingly looks back,
to a past without guilt or worry.
Occasionally, I wish I could
go back to what I had long ago.
And that pang of nostalgia calls forth
an amalgamation of lost joys.
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