Melody weaving, as memories danced along,
My heart was much
pounding,
Something strange was stirring.
I sat down in the park,
To take a brief rest and hark.
With closed eyes, I took a deep
breath,
And memories played on the screen.
Beside me, a little girl, an elf in
the sun.
Chirping birds,floral scents, a dance
began.
I was there with my 15-years-old self,
Emotions are flown on memory's shelf.
Her sparkled eyes made me recall,
Though in the far past, she still
stood tall.
My younger self had a magical look,
Made surroundings musical like a
brook.
Echoed voices of siblings and mom,
Remained my soul and blood warm.
A tiny girl visioned me, as her future,
A lady at peace, with calmed nature.
How our fears turned to endurance ,
Little elf thought, with patience.
We parted with a promise, sincere and
true,
To strengthen ourselves a love anew .
How joyful it is! To look back on days,
Where innocence danced, in life's maze.
Pitch of laughter and familial song,
In the textile of time where we
belong.
Countless hours with Lill elf, so dear,
Bridging past to present, crystal
clear.
promise we made, a timeless tether,
Love's bond growing stronger than
ever.
By Sidrah Aslam
Creative Writer
Email: sidrahmurad123@gmail.com
https://sidrahcreativewriter.blogspot.com/
High School Teacher
M.A. in Education and Islamic Studies, Punjab University, Pakistan.
Certified Educator
Passionate about facilitating positive learning environment.
Creative Writing and Freelancing Courses, DigiSkills Virtual University
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