Red Cinnamon and Gold Lockets This poem dedicated to Ky Ellen Poinsettia red and children singing Christmas Carols All…Remind me of you; gleaming. With your sweet pink cheeks, the memories that magically heralds; Our childhood vaguely burried In tears, in cheers and in the dust of those years Now, caught at this time The future; not behind Pressing forward! Onward soldier; we march. Our medals beam of the loves we’ve known And those we’ve lost. Because we dared and then shared More of ourselves than some cared Nonetheless…Our mothers loved us. Sharing means citing,Thank you. I" do the same for you!TwitterPinterestTumblrFacebookEmailMorePrintLike this:Like Loading...
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