of our upbringing
of our childhood
of our home town
the bicycle we coasted to freedom
the playground we sandboxed to discovery
all the pleasure pathways
frozen in the mind
unmelted by time
or by wasted years
or by grown-up tears
those red-blooded days
of forever innocence
even as physical changes come
and warp and rebound and deface
even as mental changes come
and warp and rebound and debase
those nuggets of beauty
the captured fragments
remain
3 thoughts:
There are those certain childhood moments that stay with us now that can keep us going. They are few and far between for me personally, but that makes them all the more precious. As I (we) get holder, they seem to be more difficult to remember and to retain.
But as you said, "fragments" of these remian and that is definitely a small beauty we can hold on to.
A very hopeful poem, even if it makes one look at how far they've come in life, which sometimes isn't always easy. Thank you.
it's true we all have different experiences and childhood memories, good and bad. but we all too have some good inside left over from our days of innocence, even as wayward as so many of us become. it has to be so, or we couldn't carry on through our burdens of the day and still look forward to something better tomorrow.
Yes... and that is a lovely poem in itself. :)
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