Ambiance Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Excited I glowed...
When with my uncles and aunts.
Feeling such a radiance,
In a sheltered ambiance.

When I became older...
My ties with them were cut!
As children we had nicknames then...
But as we grew we gave them up!

I long to be called, 'Bighead' again!
And running through the Maple trees,
Carefree and laughing with them!

Some of them have passed away.
Like my grandparents; mom and dad!
And yet that ambiance I remember...
Seems to sink like racing sand so fast.
With nothing to hold onto or grasp!
As my time passes quicker...
In this swift shifting hourglass!