Nostalgia is Comforting

My mind tells me funny things.

Nostalgia is comforting.

Somewhere on the trampoline,

I smile bright and clean.

Long Octobers passed with Charlie brown,

For Halloween I was a clown.

Under my bed a monster’s smile gleams,

But only in my frightful dreams.

A blue house, now yellow,

My first memories never mellow.

But comparison has always been my weakness,

And now I see the world has lost its uniqueness.

Written by Minerva Violet