Memories of a home (original poem by me)

[Angel wings]

Flying by my old, old home

While teardrops kiss my face.

I wonder what became of my old, old home

Oh, how I miss that place.

I think of sweet, sunkissed days,

Back when smiles would alight my innocent young face.

I reminisce those lovely snowed in days, of powdery snow falling, so slow paced.

I picture lovely, bright blue skys, through all the day long.

I dream of my old bo d'ark tree,

Beside my soothing, calm pond.

All this passes through my sad, dead mind

As I think of the time slowly passing me by.

All the while flying by my old, old home.