Nostalgia

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter III - Poem II -

I take the long road for a reason,

So I can escape the longing echoes of the season

Snowy fields and barren wastelands,

Gardens where I once ran

Locked in memory’s fleeting light,

How I’ll miss the days of flurries blight

My laughter danced like a whisper’s ear,

A little sister drawing near

Paper crafts and Play-Doh art,

Tiny hands, a huge heart

Together we built a kingdom out of dreams,

That’s now gone to time’s swift streams

Because I forgot the years while working,

Left them forever falling, never stalling,

Lost to time, my heart keeps calling,

Nostalgia 

Our family tree lit bright and clear,

Handmade sugar cookies from yesteryear

Mitten hands reached upon the sky,

To try and learn how to fly

The songs we sang, the games we played,

A warmth that lingers, in taxes that degrade,

Eighteen years, gone away

I had a childhood full of wonder,

Rolling showers and roaring thunder 

All I have now is hunger,

For nostalgia

Frost on my front porch, a leaf blows into my mind,

Playing with powder, a snowball to find,

“This house was once a home,”

I said, tracing lines of sand,

How autumnal, my pre-school crew,

The years have left me something new,

A silent distance draped in blue,

One game of tag, two rounds of ball,

My days of climbing, repelled by the wall,

Sometimes you just don’t feel the ache,

Until the years make you break,

“He always smiled so big back then,

What a shame we’ll never see it again,”

They say, as my photos gather dust,

Memories locked in fragile rust

We carved our names into winter’s glow,

Angels etched into fallen snow,

The chimney still, the fire cracked,

Paper crowns turn to silver lacked,

Seasons turn, and so do I,

The past becomes an easy lie,

And though I reach, I cannot hold,

The warmth of tales untold,

The ice would crack, the clouds would soar,

We’d race like kittens, smitten for more,

But he doesn’t write you back,

Returned letters lost along the railway track,

And in its place, a quiet stays,

A wistful, torn ache for golden days

But I’ll hold the memories gently,

Keep them real intently

Time may pass, but I’ll remember,

All my nostalgia

Time may pass, but I’ll remember,

All my nostalgia