#1024845 added January 17, 2022 at 11:33pm Restrictions: None
Sycamores [312]
Sycamores
Whither old sycamores of my mother's childhood;
how long since they cut down our elm?
Whither cold tears I spilled hidden in the closet;
how vast the regrets I still shed?
Whither warm loaves of bread my grandmother baked;
how long can fragrances linger?
Whither new memories I can never remember;
how do those sycamores persist?
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.18 seconds at 12:17am on Nov 12, 2024 via server WEBX1.