This Little Heart

Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering,
My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head,
As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by,
I watched these kids playing marbles, flying kites and chasing wind and butterflies,
Though it was hot, the sun was in its prime,
I watched these kids and some more thoughts added to this head of mine.

Took me back to those summer afternoons when once I too was a child,
Garden I had a lush of green, where roses, poppy, lilium use to lie,
Miss my home in that small town, where even the smallest thing was so divine,
Oh! how, I wish to go back in time, when I played with other kids and caught fireflies,
Under that 60 year old Cassia, that my grandpa with love left in our little paradise,
Where little birds perched, looking at us sing tunes in our little paradise.

The tree was old, tall and strong, home it was for little feathered birds and bees,
Yellow flowers it bore in every March of mine,
Little hands of ours picked those flowers each, making magic in spring time,
Beauty was simple back in those days,
When everything measured in love and sweet rhythm divine,
Our little hearts were filled with grace of nature’s love and praise.

Wonder where are those simple days?
The home, the little birds, the little heart and yellow flowers of mine!
Certain I am, they will never come by, and never will I have those precious time alive,
All I’m with those memories, those sweet summers, winters and flowery spring times,
That sweet smell of my home, flowers in flowerbed that my father took care all the time,
Sweet relief it just is, this little heart of mine holds the riches when I was a child.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Rebecca Alick

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I'm a constant learner, love watching birds, can spend hours appreciating nature and write canto to describe its beauty....an amateur photographer and a writer, but still love to sprinkle on the white pages with my thoughts, writing is a catharsis for me.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

2 Comments on "This Little Heart"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Preeti
Member

Refreshed my own childhood memories…amazing poem:)

wpDiscuz

Daisies In Your Heart

Daisies In Your Heart sonnet poems

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

My Heart Loves You

My Heart Loves You short poem

My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I

Little Lady

Little Lady long poem

Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year

Mechanica Heart

Mechanica Heart short poem

Dear Journal’ The long day and nights are mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don’t move. As long as I sit still. Alone I can

My Little One

My Little One short poem

From my late night reads , To our play .. You were there , Little devil … With that gleam in your eyes And sound of your whistle . My closest buddy in animals disguise, I talked , you listened