“Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much then a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things—new experiences, new emotions—and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvelously finished pavilion of the self”. –John Banville
For A.E
I miss the days
Before
The pandemic
Took so much
From you
It was as if
It stole a piece
Of your youth!
I miss the
Silly antics
The laughter
That filled the room!
I miss the dreams
You were not
Afraid to dream!
I miss the way
Things used to be
And slowly learning
To embrace who you
Are now!
Copyright ©️ Michelle R Kidwell
May.05.2024
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Comments (3)
This was such a deep poem, but has such a good reminder.
I love the photo art on this poem. How did you do those?
Another insightful poem Michelle, however, when I look back I fell nothing but pain. My son was brutally murdered before the pandemic, and if I look back on the days of the pandemic, he was not here.