by M Allman
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A poem about time passing, leaving only memories behind.
Hours, days, years
Pass nimbly by
Pitter-patters become footsteps
That run away.
To begin a new life
The past rusts, parts are lost or missing
We struggle to buff and repair
To keep the pieces together
Dust collects on holidays,birthdays, vacations
Confined to boxes, scrapbooks, and attics
Yellowing as years pass.
hang in wooden frames.
Staring, haunting, ghostly images of the past
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I love the simplicity of your poem. However, it has a sad impression of the past. When I look at momentos from the past, I think only joy.
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|Are you trying to make this old mom cry? "Pass nimbly by" certainly expresses the speed of children growing before our eyes until they are suddenly gone. Skillful writing that tells a too-real story of life.
The picture is the perfect touch!