Memory

Posted on July 20, 2014 by Helen

I have a childhood memory
Umbrella stolen by the breeze
And yet I cannot true recall
If such a day occurred at all

I lived a life of fantasy
A child’s view of reality
And at this memory’s very core
Are faces never met before

And which more real, what was true done
Or dreams I wished so fevered on?
The truth is slipping by degrees
Umbrellas lost on errant breeze

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Memory

  1. Skye @ TheSanctuaryofMyHeart's avatar Skye @ TheSanctuaryofMyHeart says:
    July 20, 2014 at 9:29 pm

    I love this, Sis. I spent a lot of time dreaming as a child….sometimes I wonder if some of those faces I remember were real or imagined. Yes, loved this. 🙂 Hugs & love!

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