childhood memories
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Puberty arrivesWith it's accompanying drivesPlus the scourge of teenage acne.Most remedies would failNothing ever worked wellWhile my face continued to attack me..Father scoffed "Son I implore
childhood memoriesdaddy says get the lead out--pencil tip shatters
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The music echoes still inside my head,
The bright colors still dance before my eyes,
And memories are fresh within my mind,
Though it’s been so long.
I look through old albums and reminisce,
Dear Father
The way you care for me throughout my life
It makes me feel like I miss you.
Teaching me how to ride my bike, tie my shoes, and do math.
Reading scripture and applying it to our lives.
Laughing and playingBarefoot, hair flailingSurpassing fear, Climbing treesRunning wild and chasing dreams
The time I stabbed my eye with a pencil
The most embarrassing moment in my life
The pencil that had so much potential
This was unlike other writing utensil
Gone are the days
When everything seemed right
Gone are the days
When everything was alright
Gone are the days
A needle: a small, thin object
with a sharp point that mends
our open wounds.
Sewing needles are polished
and used by seamstresses
to keep our clothes
stitched and tailored.
Not wasting a single second of the day,
By always being active.
When we looked forward to recess,
Or gym time.
When we were excited to play basketball,
Or soccer.
If I could only bring one thing
it would be this one
old
orange
soft
checkered
Blanket that was given to me
when I was
young
new
small
precocious
Take it easy
He would say
As we walked out the door
After a kiss
Goodbye
Whether we leave for a week
Or leave for the park
He’d say it
That was his special way
Along the island’s shore lay the remnants of the ships debris.
The salty air from the ocean breeze fills my lungs and burns deep.
My eyes squint at the dominant sun, and my skin sizzles from the blistering heat.
Remember when you were a child?
Running free outside,
When your aspirations were wide.
Swinging on the swings
and pretending you had wings.
Watching cartoons
on a sunday afternoon.
Remember the good times with just the four of us sitting together on the couch;
The sister of traveling pants,
The drinks we shared in front of fireworks,
The childhood game of three little piggies,
childhood memories are always easy to findif you know where to lookyou’ll find things like a white house in Lenoxburgnot new enough for shuttersand when people everywhere know your name
