Memories

Memories

Of a time

Little Golden Book moments

Tossed high

Into the branches of a backyard cherry tree

If only to imagine pink snow in April

~ Snow was pink, where we once lived.

Grace’s Cherry Tree
Anna G. Watson

~ educator, aspiring writer, simple design and style

3 thoughts on “Memories

    1. The house that we lived in had a small, back porch. Beyond the rail was the cherry tree. My sister and I took turns tossing and spinning beneath the branches. With a stack of Golden Books, turn taking, and lots of imagination, we could make a day out of this childhood game. The game ended as soon as someone caught a Little Golden Book in the head.
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