My Family Tree
nostalgia runs deep in my family tree
when a day comes that I feel it
I think about all that I miss
washing my feet at the edge of the bath
or my mom brushing my hair
until it’s sits perfectly straight
not a curl left to twirl before bed
how did I float so far away from the feeling
of picnics with subway sandwiches
and the sand from a beach day stuck in my toes
of scratchy princess dresses and rubber princess shoes
but nostalgia runs deep in my family tree
so they’ll never let me forget it
even when I no longer feel young
I hear stories from past days of old
of throwing tantrums in the bath
until my mom would give up
and let me lay down dirty in my bed
Copyright © Ella Flaim | Year Posted 2021
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