Simple Grasses On Our Lawn

I pressed rewind the memories from
my mind. The throwback flashes are
grander than anything else. I saw my
childhood on picnic grounds. The early
years are never dull but full of
laughter, full of jokes on our dining
table. The simple grasses on our lawn
can get older. Though they wither,
though they fade, the one thing that
remains is the home we built in many
years.

 

2020

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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