Solitude brings forth reflection
Windows shaded~now open wide
Joys and sorrows of a disconnected past return
Where once disassembled~i would hide;
Faces of the child that was always me
So long ago that time needs it's wings
To fly me back into the retro of my being
Where gloriously~each day~of my life sings;
Memories of golden moments~unwritten
The smells~the streets~the hands
Wrapped in such beauty~undeniable
Footprints of happiness in the sand;
Forever open doors to innocence most welcome
Never the tired~nor worn~in frame of mind
Only the unadulterated joys of children~free being
A mother~a father~cloaked in love divine;
Reflections being what they truly are
Yesterdays some wheres are nowhere to be this day
Tomorrow is just another day older
Dappled in the aging of muted grey;
By, Theodora Onken
April 28,2013
Remembering my happy childhood
It's innocence and love
Was blessed with wonderful parents
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