I reached into my pocket
To find my old golden locket
With its old golden chain
That is rusted because of the rain
I had a peek inside
To find a picture of me
With my old friend Lee
I haven’t seen her for a year and a day
Where I saw her at the bay in May
We flew our kites
And rode our bikes
And laughed along the way
I will for sure remember that day
From the picture that I have in my locket
That was in my pocket
With its old golden chain
That is rusted because of the rain
I closed the locketÂ
And put it back in my pocket
To open another day
By: Ana-Maria Barlin
Wow great poem Anna-Maria! I loved the repetition of the golden chain and the rain. So well described and it really grabs the readers attention of how strong memories can be.
Wow! Amazing poem Ana-Maria! so detailed and enjoyable to read!
this is beautiful Ana-Maria ! so proud of you. an amazing poem ! 🙂 xxx
Well Done that is such a good poem!