Photograph Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Photograph
I was sitting at the playground watching
the merry go round, go round. Then I saw
a little girl looking afraid, clinging tightly to
her horse as it went up and she looked
down. She reached out for her Momma,
but her Momma just waved. Suddenly the
little girls eye's lit up and she smiled back
so brave. Her Momma took a photograph
to treasure and save. While silently fearing
her little girl, will grow up too soon, one of
these passing days...
Holding tightly yet to the flowers I bought,
I quietly walked away.
A brilliant poem on growing to maturity too soon. The metaphor of the flowers you have in your hand is such greatest example. TOP Marks for you and your excellent poem.
With every round the age will pass and and time will fly away, so well written poem.
Sure, a Photograph can hold the memory to this youth endlessly, a Photograph never grow old, amazingly worded, dear Becca! TOP Marks and myriad more!
I have enjoyed tremendously this fascinating poem. Thank you so much, my dearest Becca!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful Rebecca I really love it Thanks for sharing Bravo! ! ! ! !