I miss ... windy days with autumn leave.. The crackle of color under my feet. I miss ... Summer skies filled with fluffy shapes.. Resting on cool moist grass.. letting my mind escape. I miss.. soft white sheets to snuggle within.. The feel of my mothers kiss against my skin. I miss.. Playing hide and seek.. Then kick the can. I miss walking home with my sister hand in hand. I miss.. The smell of home as I walked through the door. I miss the sound of laughter that I hear no more. These memories are hard for me at times.... For they are only made up memories of a child's wishful mind.
This is beautiful. I love it. It is very much like what I expressed in "Childish Thoughts." Thank you for sharing this offering, Erica. Love and peace to you. Regis
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Excellent!
TRASK
well written...so glad to see you again..
floria
all the things that made life so simple
fresh ~ wonderful
truly thanks!!!
in its understated sadness. Excellent write Erica!