Once they were around!
Being played with
As they provided nothing but fun
But now, they are all gone
To make room for the new ones
But the memories are still intact
Once they were around!
Being played with
As they provided nothing but fun
But now, they are all gone
To make room for the new ones
But the memories are still intact
Stuff I wrote from before...
Experience, Dream, Create
Inspired by Photography
this & that
~wandering through life in my time machine...you never know where it will stop next~
Rural doctor, mom, writes poems, dance, sing.
Words are to be lifted from the soul! Photograph’s are memories of the heart yet to unfold! Let’s begin!
LETTERS to TIME PASSING
Adventure is out there
As I read your poem, I was thinking marbles!! Then, I clicked on the link, and then I read the poem again and yes, I get that, makes more sense than where my brain went! I like that your poem allows the reader to imagine something from their own childhood.
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Interestingly, I never played with marbles because my parents thought that they can be quite hazardous for a kid like me. And now, I think the same for my own kid 🙂
Thank you so much for liking this, Heather.
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Lovely Hammad! ❤ ❤ Love them!
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They were cherished and played very nicely 🙂
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Cute little cars. Enjoy the memories.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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