Ambiance

Excited I glowed...
When with my uncles and aunts.
Feeling such a radiance,
In a sheltered ambiance.

When I became older...
My ties with them were cut!
As children we had nicknames then...
But as we grew we gave them up!

I long to be called, 'Bighead' again!
And running through the Maple trees,
Carefree and laughing with them!

Some of them have passed away.
Like my grandparents; mom and dad!
And yet that ambiance I remember...
Seems to sink like racing sand so fast.
With nothing to hold onto or grasp!
As my time passes quicker...
In this swift shifting hourglass!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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