Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Like a hot cup of tea

I hold this feeling in my palms

Keeping my hands warm

While reminiscing what used to be

Every sip is a little trip

Down memory lane 

Where my experiences remain

And are currently held by each fingertip

I can taste my childhood
In the pool of memories in which I'm submersed

Bringing me joy and quenching my thirst

For wanting to return to when all was good

And as I continue living

My cup will continue to be filled

With the life story that I will build

And all the memories it will be giving