Nostalgic

Nostalgic
By: Phylicia Ebanks

I remembered her charisma .
As a child I was overpowered by her charismatic attitude.

She was bold and brave.
Her radiant smile was captivating and scintillating.
She was outstanding and remarkable in her speech.

Her warmth was felt on the streets.
She was not hard to reach.
She was always relaxing on the beach.
She was endearing to all whom she would greet.


Where did she go?
It wasn't gradual .
Her change was physical and radical.
I'm not being biracial but the answer to my question is crucial.

She diminished in appearance.
She fell victim to sins awful experience .

Life, Oh Life!
Where is that comforting assurance?

I feel nostalgic .
Life's effects are not apologetic.
It is so pathetic.
I feel Nostalgic .
I'm not an alcoholic
Neither do I have colic

I'm just nostalgic .