Memoirs' of a Child

As a small child I can remember
Setting beneath the kitchen
Window of my grandmother's
House on warm spring afternoon's
When all of life was being reborn

Through the haze of fading memories
I can still see myself looking out onto
The meadow spotted with every kind
Of wild flower that a child could
Imagine

It was so lovely, lovelier than any
Picture in any book that I have
Ever since feasted upon

I can still feel myself run through
That wondrous' lake of color and
Smells snatching a few on my flight
For grandma's vase

All to sudden that unmerciful
Sword of adulthood comes smashing
Through the mirror of my long
Forgotten memories of childish
Memories

With regret I sighed a deep sigh of
Wishful remembrance and moved on
With a renewed smile gracing my lips

G. Williams

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