Yesterdays — a poem

Christina Ward 🌼
May 29 · 1 min read

magical moments of childhood

Pixabay

Why don’t you climb inside
my braids and sing
me a song?

swinging
out over the grasses
our feet stretched so high
the chain-link grinds
as we rise
toward
sun

Why don’t you open up your
freckles and let
me inside?

I need
to know where
the June bugs hide in the winter
when swings don’t swing
and the night
stands
still


Fiddleheads & Floss Poetry

Poetry * Prose * Life

Christina Ward 🌼

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:::i paint with words::: accomplished poet, advocate for a healthy relationships with nature, with oneself, and with others.

Fiddleheads & Floss Poetry

Poetry * Prose * Life

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