A little child called out to me
At least I thought it was my name
I heard the word clear as could be
Though there are many called the same.
I know it seems I reminisce
‘Bout times that were and are no more
When I’d receive a hug and kiss
Before they all stepped out the door.
Strong memories of yesteryear
Still precious, cling within my mind
There is no thought brings greater cheer
That in this world you’ll ever find !
Claire V. Bogdanos 