I feel Nan’s and Mummy’s hands
Far away, in distant lands.
Eagles are soaring in the sky.
Ermines always try to hide.
Leaving home we realize
Youth was very very nice.
Our dinners in the past
Usually ended fast.
Running gaily in the wood,
How well I understood
All I’d done or did or would
Nan and Mummy didn’t snoot.
Dear me, I can’t forget
So much I am in debt.
Beautiful....Brief but full of nostalgia, feelings, memories and sense of loss.
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Beautiful poetry in acrostic form....reminiscing the youthful days is so sweet and from there we learn a lot of things...10+++