Nostalgia isn’t a place; it’s a feeling.

From an age before I needed healing.

Butterfly kisses and angel wings—

A little girl’s heart knowing how to sing.

Dancing barefoot in the grass

Proud to be daddy’s wee lass.

Firefly glow on warm summer days,

Wishing I had forever to play.

Scrapping my knee always brought tears,

But quickly were gone when mommy appeared.

Kisses and cookies both could mend,

Whatever was broken and happiness send.

Pouncing on crawfish in the creek

And loving to play hide and seek,

Knowing in daddy’s arms I never could fall.

These are the memories that make me stand tall.