By: Amina Mohamed

Sweet Nostalgia fills in
As I think back to a place
Where dreams and hopes are Forgotten
Where Scrupulous balls of lint scatter the floor
And rows of rosemary
Fill the garden

I think back to a day
When shards of glass
struck my heart
Where the cold winds
Swept away my soul
Where the Picture wasn’t completely perfect

I aspire to escape to a world
where flowers bloom in the winter time
And where dreams are fulfilled

Amina Mohamed is fifteen and lives in Portland, Maine.