Simple by MwsR

The struggle is gone, no rewinds

Pictures that are still ever present in our minds

Things in a pose

Freckles on someone’s nose

Smells of cinnamon with ginger accents

Frost that forms on the grassy cement

Listening to one of the greatest old songs

Humming right along

Whispers of laughter filling the air

From others playing, way over there

Tastes that remind of us of childhood times

Splatters of paint, that makes things look refined

Clothes that flow so free

Nameless not branded, that’s fine with me

Comfort in the snuggle of a throw

Softness to touch, you already know

Simple, not complicated

Things that make us feel un- encumbered

A life that is lived

Life that has truly been give.