Years of childhood enter
The feelings light and gay
Racing for that special horse
The finest on display

Joy and such excitement
As carousel would start
Horses moving smoothly
Could feel it in our hearts

Up and down the movements
You closed your eyes and then
Saw yourself within a field
Galloped with the wind

Music filled the air now
Laughter everywhere
Reaching for that golden ring
Hoping you'd get there

Didn't really matter
For gold was everywhere
Imagination filled you life
Such magic you could share

Thinking back to special times
When simple things were best
I close my eyes in reverie
Child in me so blest.

~Francine Pucillo
Read More of her Poetry Here



Grandma's Pride

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