Childhood Kisses

by Rhinehalt   Feb 18, 2019


A faint memory of a warm simple kiss,
A gentle press of one's lips,
To a tip of a nose, to a round little cheek.
Or goofy wet one, for passing fun,
To an elder brother's forehead.
His half glare, only an encouragement.

Treasured they are, each little ones,
Held in tight within the sister's heart.
Cause that is where they remain,
Locked away, to be lost in childhood memories.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    There is nothing quite so sweet as a sisters love for her siblings. Something I can totally relate to having younger brothers. Milly x

    • 5 years ago

      by Rhinehalt

      Thank you. I'm the youngest out 6 of Us. Three older brothers and two older sisters.