Lost Childhood Poem by michele kostelnik

Lost Childhood

Rating: 5.0
 


It was a small New England town.
Tiny streets summer homes, and soft
sounds of waves whispered to me.
From my bed room window I could
see ships pass with grace and charm.
A wild wind blew through my life that summer.
Dad died.
He was my own and now gone forever.
The caves of my young heart cried.
Shady reality set in.
Yesterday was over.
A harp played sad tunes as I met a
watchman at the gate.
Tell me, I sighed in a low voice, have
you seen my father?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Anderson 26 February 2011

A touching, poignant poem-some memories still hurt-we want them and we want them to go away-a compassionate write-a 10- hope you will read my'Belated Thanks'-also hope this goes through Joe

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fanniesson - 02 May 2007

the last lines really make this a heartbreaker for me. Strange what moves people

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