Babies Innocence

Babies innocence

What do they see in their dreams

Whimsical smile

To be so naive again

Oh how I wish it could be


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Smell Of Baked Bread

The smell of baked bread

Like perfume of memory

Grandma at the stove

O’ how joyful was childhood

When things were much simpler

Adulthood does dull

Senses fade to the background

Turning cynical

Happiness replaced by stress

O’ how soon we do forget


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~