The significance of it is lost somewhere deep in my mind . . . .


Strange how the catastrophic calamities of childhood fade

As once vital events slither into a miasmic mist of oblivion,

Memories faded into the milieu of gray childhood shadows,

A discolored memory encased in time like a bug in amber glass,

An old keepsake hidden under old papers in a desk drawer . . . .


My mind a canvas constantly painted anew hiding these things.





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Nice Write!

Nicely said! Welldone, Stephen! I must say, you really write really well....