Childhood Kisses

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.