running in slow motion down the stairs
my hair bouncing in and out of my face
my nostrils filled
the heavy smell of bacon lead me
the dry, smothering aroma of warm bread
cooking eggs, a sweet berry
banter, laughter, nourishment heart and soul
before the day began
memories fill my eyes
and occupy a cheek
upon the wrinkles of the past.
~B
10/26/14
Dear Respected Mad Poet Online :(
I wonder how you knew MY pseudoname Many poets of yore have dwelled on nostalgia as you have in this poem.You've been on PP since 2003 ... Wow !!! No small feat !! The scent of memory wafts now and then in everyones mind(in my humble view)... Ma'am keep a diary It'll keep you happier (Guarantee)
Haunts of yesteryears scent the tired mind
Those happy togetherness we left behind
Yet our God has been to us ever so kind
To overwrite bitter ones burying unkind
Nice knowing you Ms MPO Bye & best wishes from ~BM~
P.S.::::: A suggestion.Please write regularly.
©bishu