Precious Memories.

This poem is about a day that seemed to last forever.


Precious Memories.

Yesterday was such a lovely day,
Walking miles along a country way.
Paddling together in the chilling streams;
Playing games that came right out of dreams.

Daisy chains, and watching butterflies,
Holding hands, and looking to the skies.
Young together, and yet without a care;
These memories that I so gladly share.

I don’t suppose that you remember me–
Or days long gone when we were young and free.
O’ yesterday was such a lovely day,
How sad that it was not allowed to stay.

© gerry 2020
critique and comments welcome.
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Jay12

I miss yesterday and fear what tomorrow will bring. A nice poem you’ve got here!

Jay12

I know the feeling. I’d already forgotten I’d posted the original comment here. 🙂

Belcanto

My favorite lines:

Daisy chains, and watching butterflies,
Holding hands, and looking to the skies.

Very tender and achingly sad, too. Your poem evokes a feeling of something special lost in some way, whether to time or for other personal reasons. (Came back to edit my first comment because it was shallow and didn’t do your poem justice) bel

Belcanto

Yes, what is poetry for. 🙂 I’m afraid I let it all hang out in my stuff. But self awareness and understanding of other players often result. A way of getting at the hurts and helping with healing/letting go.

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