Nostalgia is Like a Freesia Breeze
Such Joy it is to Reminisce
Nostalgia is like a freesia breeze
The sweetest candy you will ever taste
Such joy it is to reminisce
Sitting underneath red maple trees
Reflecting on childhood; days of chaste
Nostalgia is like a freesia breeze
Running through fields in nature’s bliss
Not a summer day went to waste
Such joy it is to reminisce
Picking daisies to Mother’s appease
A selective process not done in haste
Nostalgia is like a freesia breeze
Buttercups, favored by my little sis
Under her chin, leaves a fresh yellow paste
Such a joy it is to reminisce
Recalling those memories put me at ease
Always a bitter sweet aftertaste
Nostalgia is like a freesia breeze
Such a joy it is to reminisce
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
Poet, writer, & editor, writing to uplift humanity. A Spiritual person who practices Reiki and finds inspiration in nature.
Mother of four, grandmother of two, British American dual citizen living in the States
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