More Than Anything

More than anything,

I wish I could crawl into

the photo of my children

and hold them in my arms again

If I close my eyes

I can remember the sweet smell

of vanilla wafers

and the soft scent of lavender

in their hair

I loved how their little hands

clung to my shirt

As I carried them

Our world was magical,

and I loved every minute of it

Now, I cherish

their smiles

and the memories

Sometimes,

I can still hear

their giggles in my mind

I am so grateful for these

snapshots in time

I wish I could go back

More than anything,

I wish I could crawl into

the photo of my children

and hold them in my arms again

Just one more time

Susanna Hargreaves

Nashua

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The Musical Nature

Today is a windy day and a beautiful day. When I looked out the window I saw a very red cardinal and a deer with long antlers.I saw my mom’s flowers swaying with the wind.

It was like my mom’s flowers were dancing with the wind.The wind is

like a hurricane.Everything is making noises like a band.

Sam G., third grade, Amherst Street School

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EDITOR’S NOTE: To submit pieces for the Poetry Corner, email mburdette@nashuatelegraph.com

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