My First Memory - Poem by Martina Moriarty
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.
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