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My childhood memories are so rosy now
just simple things, a makeshift swing
and puzzles made of rocks and string

I give to each this special glow
a secret smile, my childish style
to make my friends remain awhile

But could it be these memories
are different things, my siren sings
of much desired imaginings?

If so I wish to never know
Remembering smiles, that yet beguile
and make this time so soft, worthwhile

(c) Helen Valentina 2016

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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3 Responses to Rosy

  1. I don’t want to know if the sweet memories were somehow not so sweet. Enjoyed the poem, Helen.

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