There are perfect Toy Story Clouds
In the blue sky that my window frames
Perfectly white and fluffy
--they must be Andy's wallpaper.
I half expect to see his hand
Flying Buzz Lightyear around the sky
In fact I can see it now,
Buzz flying, Woody chasing behind.
Andy is laughing, his childhood before him
I'm smiling, my childhood behind me.
The wind blows now,
A single leaf hangs onto its branch.
The clouds move away, out of view
Memories tucked away, beyond the window frame.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing
PoetryAn ever growing collection of poems (thoughts) about everyday life and the world around us.
