Flipping Through the Past – My Weekly Poem 12/27/2021

Flipping through old photos,
slipping into the past,
reliving joyous moments,
knowing they did not last.

I stand up melancholy
and wander to the couch.
I nestle in with family,
a warm, snuggled slouch.

Even in cozy moments,
it’s hard to feel it all,
drink in the simple pleasures,
the joys, both great and small.

This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Past and Present