in my garage
wrapped in newspaper
dated june 9 1972
the last time i think
i swam in the sea
my mother calling
with her command voice of love
get back here
right now
now i remember that day coming home
and wrapping them up
the currency of
a little boy
paid to memory.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Funny how you find lost things.
- Category: Reflection
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We tend to keep what ever we are not used to and a trip to the beach provides many opportunities. Nicely written
I hope to live as long as you
I too have a box of sea shells in my garage Jon, and they too bring back fine memories.
Andy
lovely
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