Three Small Girls

A poem about hopes and dreams

Toasting toes by the fire,

three small girls sit

eating scorched chestnuts.

Laughing at secrets,

holding hands tightly,

sharing fresh dreams.

Time passes, 

life unfolds,

people change.

Forty years later,

cold coffee shop meet-up,

re-living memories.

They're mothers and givers,

with life's baggage and burdens,

tired, broken dreams.

Feelings pass,

thoughts ebb and flow,

visions change.

The child remains.

So my lovely sisters,

let's light our sparks,

and fuel the fires,

share hot, roasted chestnuts

and forge shiny new dreams.

Reviews

[wordman]

going back to fonder times,if only in our minds. great story

[Firebird]

Thank you wordman. I'm glad you liked it.

[alifeacoustic]

Ah, the days of childhood innocence, lost amongst the worries of adulthood, but never quite forgotten. Great write.

[Firebird]

Thank you. Its so good of you to look at my poems.

[RattyAdalan]

Beautiful story. Time is going forward and we can't stop it. And We changed with the time. Only memories still are the same. Your poems is charming and interesting. I like it. :)

[Firebird]

Thank you Adalan...you are kind. :-)

[RattyAdalan]