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.
Mws R Writings 