Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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Back in some little town of 'love' Lived a li'l girl, as sweet as dove
She worked in this small bakery All hidden in soft silken drapery
How she hummed low melodies While trying out various recipes
Glassy windows appeared foggy A steamy oven left nothin' soggy
An aroma always lingered there Of croissants, so adornin' the air
Pies, cakes 'n' other baked goods Stayed ready under warm hoods
Biscuits 'n' cookies were the best But she ne'er ever forgot the rest
Her gloves, woven with soft care Were gifted by her grandmother
Who was the best baker of town Now living under Earth's brown
Often, she looked out of window To give her a low respectful bow
As she rested under a grand tree With her soul flying ever so free
The old baker was her dear part For she taught her this good art!
And without her grandma Mary It would be nothing, this bakery
Author's Note
Listening to 'My Love' by Sia. ❤
I mostly write in first person. This is probably the first time that I've tried writing in third person. I hope you liked it. It's just a cute little poem about a girl working in a bakery. The lesson is there, though. Never forget and always respect your teachers and elders. Where you are today has a part of who they made you into. Be thankful and be humble. :')❤
The lesson's over. Now just read it and enjoy the bakery vibes. Hehe. :D
