I RememberA Poem by Aimee HoltYour
kind eyes that crinkled, with
laughter Your
voice like a happy robin, small
and loud. I
remember on the forest, with
you and Gran. The
nightingales song and
your claps, to
imitate, their
beating wings. The
cuckoo in the freezer for
the children to see. Mud
pies in the yard, Earl
grey for tea. © 2012 Aimee Holt |
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Added on October 18, 2012 Last Updated on October 18, 2012 AuthorAimee HoltSurbiton, Surrey, United KingdomAboutFlorist, farmkid, musician, artist, writer.... more..Writing
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