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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
helenvalentina 
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!
Thank you!! :). Xxx