The Ghosts of Laughing Children
In the deleated picture is standing in an overgrown abandoned playground a rusted swing set once occupied 15 years ago
Once there was a children’s park
Oh, so many years have past
Glancing upon the rusted swing
Surreal thoughts arose of distant voices
Ghostly girls giggling and hyper boys
I cherished the old distant memories
Of we who played during afternoons
I thought of Johnny, David, Melissa
And Halloween and Easter frolicking too
The picnics our mothers prepared us
On summers and cool fall afternoons
Daddy played ball with John’s friends
There was so much laughter shared
Good thoughts permitted my sacred past
Thoughts of mom and dad’s life
And all of our little voices
Remind me of the precious hours
Spent together playing and often sharing
Time, that was fresh and youthful
Now gone in amber overgrown brush
Gone in brambles of lost memories
Where children came to playfully swing
Here on this swing in shambles
@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~
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