Nostalgia
Time it was
and what a time it was
It was
A time of innocence
a time of confidences.
Long ago,
It must be
I have a photograph
preserve your memories
they’re all that’s left you.
S & G
Wife, mother, blogger, Catholic ministry. I love to garden even when it goes wrong. Same with writing (and we know it can go wrong.) Believing that God is present in all of it.
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