When my grandparents and childhood was real.


Stories

I look back times gone
Was it me Or someone
Dragonflies and butterflies
A restless summer
A flow into autumn
When exams would come
My brother and me playing
Grandpa and cartoons on TV
Those December nights
Papa and radio
Winter vacations
Lot of home work
Was I in stories?
Or was it real?
My bros grave is real
Papa sleeps in there too.......




Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-16 at 18:36

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Was I in stories?
Or was it real?

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2023-12-18


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dreamy and wistful—the magical, mysterious world of childhood.
2023-12-16