Shadows of Childhood
Happy memories are rare. Their return to my mind...rarer.
Cover photo taken by author in Tuscon, AZ, USA. 2010. All rights reserved.
Shadows of Childhood
- A Series of Cinquain Poems -
. . .
Rusted,
Hanging loosely —
Still, it sways from the last
Child who sat upon its seat —
Calling.
.
It calls
To me softly.
Memories of my youth —
Legs swaying wildly, laughing.
Happy.
.
Happy?
I used to be.
I remember glimpses —
Once upon a time, long ago.
Shadows.
.
Shadows
Of childhood,
Calling softly to me.
These shadows of my childhood —
Rusted.
. . .
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Lena Folkert
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
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Lovely words and glad to see you back publishing