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209 Nostalgia poems

Camping
07/24/2025 00:00h
We camped every summer until they were thirteen after that they didn't want to i understood we still have the tent it's in the garage i keep meaning to use it again
What I Miss
12/19/2024 00:00h
I miss the version of my life where i didn't know how things would turn out not because it was better because the not-knowing had a kind of lightness to it
What Winter Does
11/06/2024 00:00h
Winter slows everything makes you stay inside makes you sit with yourself sometimes that's what you needed and didn't know it
Old Letters
10/30/2024 00:00h
I found letters she wrote me before we were married sixty years ago the handwriting is hers but the voice is someone young nervous and hopeful someone i knew someone i loved for sixty years
Where I'm From
08/16/2024 00:00h
Where i'm from everyone knows your parents and your parents' parents and the story that came before you i left and came back it fits differently now but it still fits
Saturday Morning
07/15/2024 00:00h
Saturday morning cartoons and cereal in front of the tv my mother pretending to be mad and actually not caring at all those saturday mornings were the whole world i didn't know they would end nobody told me
Summer Mornings
03/08/2024 00:00h
Summer mornings when i was a kid we'd be outside by eight and back inside at dark my kids are different they want air conditioning and wifi i don't blame them but i miss something i can't explain
The Old House
12/04/2023 00:00h
We sold the house in '09 the kids were grown it made sense to sell it i drove past it last summer someone painted the shutters blue i didn't like it but i didn't have a say in it
Old Neighborhood
09/25/2023 00:00h
I drove through the old neighborhood the house is a different color someone put up a fence where there wasn't one everything fits except me i drove out slow

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