Nostalgia Poems

Hark, brazen tis starry-eyed moon hath visit yon October night,
Dwelt autumn leaves hath slumbereth, for hazel eyes favor,
Pivotal moments adrift blesseth assured aims

Believe me, not far, it’s right down the road
Take back what you brought, and pick up all your litter
We unpack the car and head off

Mothballs and Lavender

There’s a rug on the hearth and a fire in the grate
and Grandma and Grandad sit with me to wait
while

His lovely bride was no cook, tried she might

He labored on construction till the night

He worked up a heck of an appetite

Rushing on home, must

Who is that elderly lady in the mirror

I don’t recognize her one bit

She doesn’t remotely resemble me

My mother or even some older version of me

She

I remember you holding me in your arms

Family Reunions
by Line Monique Gauthier