To be carried
In my arms
For three decades
Tattered and torn
and turning grey.
To have been loved
By a baby,
A teen,
and now adult,
Barely missing
A single day.
How I long for
The innocence
of when you were
Bright blue.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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This is wonderfully sweet and wistful. Wonderful work. I love the decision to let the reader understand what the subject is.
Oh the nostalgia. Melancholic and very beautifully written!
This is lovely, the nostalgia and the emotional texture that can be felt throughout this. What a great piece, woven with baby blanket tenderness.