The bird’s distinctive song,
the wind caressing my cheek,
bring me back to Anne’s house.
These moments of grace
come from a child’s look of wonderment.
A piercing ray of sunshine,
dew in pearl-like droplets at the dawn of day,
endless games and mischief.
These moments of grace
come from a child’s look of wonderment.
These glimpses of the past
are with me always.
These moments of serenity
stay forever buried in this place of refuge,
my childhood home.
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