Days Of Innocence - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Some things we keep forever.
Happiest moments from youth
we keep safe in the attic of memory
like one would protect dearest heirlooms
from spoilage of time.
Childhood’s treasure chest
with its old photos, bits of this and that,
all capture the life of a girl
catching fireflies on a hot summer’s eve;
the smell of burning leaves in autumn
those fresh baked pies from mama’s oven.
Cherry cokes, hot fudge sundaes,
burgers, fries and school on Mondays,
proms, dresses, vinyl rock n’roll,
snow day and skip days and that's not all
family dog's rescue from a lightning storm
saved little brother from a bully’s harm and
married the boy saved me a seat on the bus.
Like dear old friends
these sweet memories
stoke the embers, light the fires;
comfort me like warm blankets
I wrap around me
in chill of age.
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