Touching Precioius Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touching Precioius Memories



Fireworks soaring into the sky, bursting and scattering
everywhere, their brilliant colors flowing across this
mind, touching precious memories of childhood.

Remembering watching them on the fourth of July so many
years ago with family oohing and aahing in sheer child-
like awe.

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Georgie Hilderman 01 June 2018

Very lovely. The shortness of the poem correlates to the briefness of the memory

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