When was I last him
I donβt remember when
Have I fallen so far from love and nurture
And what has filled the years between
Eyes no longer innocent or so wide
But his eyes still mine
And yet
So few, and stray the memories
Old photographs
Old movies
Old
Not so long ago perhaps
But seems so distant now
Lost, I donβt remember when or how
Just yesterday I learned how to climb, to run, to swimβ¦
Isn’t funny how time and events shape us but the eyes show everything. Nice poem
Everything changes but the eyes remain.the window of the soul. Thanks for reading. Hopefully it brought an old memory or two. πΌ
this is hauntingly beautiful I feel like I am not the same person at all and wonder where that person went great write π
We’re ever changing, and yet, the inner child remains, the touchstone all else is measured by..I hope you’re doing better πΌ
Dear AJ,
This makes me see sepia toned memories of my own childhood. Although we were carving these pictures into cave walls. There is definitely a gentle melancholy in this piece for innocence and more time. Lovely write. Hπ·
Thoughts of childhood bring nostalgia. Simpler times, no responsibilities – just you always blaming me for pulling your pony tail. As if such would ever cross.my innocent mind πΌπ