Sunshine and Smiles
Sunshine and smiles 
That went on for miles 
Our children at play 
Each busy day. 
Seasons slip by 
Before we could sigh 
As each family strive 
To help offspring thrive. 
Then children full grown 
Have their own home 
So time for a rest 
Do what we like best. 
Summer has flown 
Autumn has blown 
To a cold Winter day 
That’s where we stay. 
Sunshine and smiles 
Photos in files 
Snapshots of fun 
Now the day’s done. 
Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years.  She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published.  Although now a pensioner,  she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week.  Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.
Hi, there, Linda, welcome to Whispers! I love the nostalgia I read in your poem and it is always a super challenge ( to me anyway) when in the brevity of their poem, the challenge of "hitting the nail on the head" is more than met. Yours does just that! Hope to read more! Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net
ReplyDeleteHi Linda. "Sunshine and Smiles" is a beautiful poem that feels warm and touching. I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings!
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Hi Linda! You look at life with the right spirit: positivity and a smile. Lovely poem inspired by the beautiful English countryside! Have a nice day. // paul
ReplyDeleteI could feel the melancholy memories of how quickly time flies by and how wonderful it would be if we could revisit those precious years when we want, other than in memory and photos. We must enjoy every moment, but often we don't realize this until we are older and wiser. That is what makes us loving grand parents! I truly related to your lovely inspired poem. Blessings, Connie
ReplyDeleteLinda,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the uplifting words. Even at 42, I see my little cousins growing up before my eyes! It is a joy and a merriment to watch them grow, the oldest is 12. Since I remember them as children, that makes me feel really old! Keep taking those pictures and you'll have something good to fall back on.
Your friend,
David Fox