The fondest memories I've ever had
are when I lived with my grandparents, brother, and dad.
Waiting for grandpa to come home from work
to give us mint candy with a sincere smirk.
Climbing the branches of the dogwood tree,
Racing through the garden, happy as can be.
Working with grandpa in his woodshop,
Listening to grandma tell fables of Aesop.
Swimming in the ditch after a huge rainstorm,
bobbing for crab apples, for us that was the norm.
There are so many memories that I could say
But I'll save those for another day.
The best part is sharing these with my brother.
I wouldn't have enjoyed my life with any other.
Love was the glue that held us together.
We'd hold hands and face the storms and bad weather.
This humble home is where we derived.
Full of love, we were never deprived.
What a poem it is! I like the poem because of its dealing with the theme in a very lucid and simple way, I like your diction, and the way you put the things together, it could have not been better, really you are a talented one, I like attitude too, all these qualities make your poem a beautiful piece of art…I wish you a success in the poetic world, and I like you to read my poems especially ‘’I want to die’’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you so much~ this was a hard one to keep simple, i could have continued on with it forever. this one i hold the closest to my heart.