Martina Moriarty

Rookie - 147 Points (15/04/1964 / Kerry)

My first memory


I was twenty four months, and twenty days old
I know this to be fact!
I have my incarceration papers to prove it.

This house was not a home no mercy there.

The polished wooden Hallway looked like a Glories sunny train, waiting on the platform of Hope.
I saw my dancing Silhouette for the first time do exactly as I did..
I joyfully skipped down the run-way of wonder
I held the hand of my Blood Sister who knew the place well!
I was happy right then-

Until we reached the end
I knew right then
the feeling of fear!

I turned to see the sunshine passage
as the air turned sour, I felt sick
I saw the shaped shadow of me escape without warning,
my heart cried out...as I watched it run away.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • Silver Star - 8,767 Points Heather Wilkins (9/2/2013 11:38:00 AM)

    a house was not a home no mercy there. a house is never a home home is where the heart is. good write (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 147 Points Martina Moriarty Mc Carthy (8/29/2013 1:53:00 PM)

    Hi Bradley...at the end...the house showed the blackness of a bright day...and the mood changed so quickly it scared a child half to death in the blink of a mindful moment.
    Thank you for stopping by you are very kind.

    Martina xxx (Report) Reply

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