Toddler memories, siblings,
older squabbling over rights to read the
news,! Every morning!
Odd and gone.
Glass of milk flying over a
swiped weekly rag.
Funny and gone.
Waiting my turn for the comic,
first only the colour made sense,
then I knew the bubbles had words
when I could read.
Anxious nostalgia but still gone.
Aroma when you lift the teacozy,
slink near grown up knees to catch
the whiff.
Sweet and gone.
Find myself staring at my pups noggins
what layers of memorabilia
to reminiscence
their treasures.
Cyclic but unique nothing is ever gone.
