Hidden memories of the past buried in cerebral mush
A ribbon, string or thread when pulled they appear in a gush
In smoke they rise as a mist in eyes, then disappear in a rush
Past frozen thoughts untangled knots dissolve into slush
Playpen bars under dimming stars
mountainside pines a town of mines
father's late night lap afternoon nap
a broken teddy bear kneeling family prayer
Buried under this all a meadow larks call I hear my mother's voice
grasshopper fields cardboard shields for each I rejoice
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A glimpse of the past, some like me, have the black ink of your sepia, but here I see your mother and a beautiful moment of serenity, what we have up there in our memory box is a miracle, sometimes beautiful other times terrifying. A wonderful theme you have shared this week. 🌹
Thanks so much Teddy your words are deeply appreciated
Wonderful poem about the joy of memories. In fact memories are everything. Well done
Thanks David I appreciate your support it means a great deal
That’s the beauty of having made memories! It’s a stash that can be retrieved at any time and for most occasions 👍🏻
Thanks Cryptic so true a deposit that never deminishes no matter how many withdrawals
Yes! The undiminishing deposit/investment which has figured in a couple of poems over the years…. Should post them up if I track them down.
A wonderful poem
and thoughts of the past!! 👍
Fond mem'ries that
will forever last!! 👏
My pleasure to read indeed!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks so much Thad your words are most encouraging and I thank you for that.
Wonderful memories soren, they mean so much to us.
Andy
Thank you Andy your words are most appreciated
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