age old desire
waiting for my children every time
the doorbell rings
age old desire
waiting for my children every time
the doorbell rings
it’s fulfilling
it’s an emotional journey
being a mother
standing on the sea bridge
smells skidding over water
long lost memories
blurred photographs
of the good old days
sharp memories
wedding bells
remembering…
her old love
summer breeze
carrying the scent
of old memories
by lanes of childhood
the courtyard of youth
memories memories!!
memories are unique
sometimes happy sometimes sad
better to live in the present
I survive by
weaving my way into the bylanes
of childhood memories
smiles and laughter
children making memories in
the sun dappled courtyard