A Morning in June
A morning in June: the lilt in her voice the warmth of his arms. A morning in June: tiny legs running chased by the breeze. A morning in June when you are three – as far as the heart can see.
©2025 Cendrine Marrouat
This poem is my response to the Writer’s Digest 2025 April PAD Challenge: Day 25: Write a memory poem.
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