Autumn
Memories
The
sunlight spills from autumn skies
Upon
the leaves of burnished gold;
It
wakens memories within,
Those
mem’ries of so long ago.
Upon
the leaves of burnished gold
Once,
happily, she ran and played,
Then
she’d stop and, with her crayons,
Rub
tracings on a sheet of white
It wakens
memories within,
When
she felt wanted, safe, and loved,
Before
the evil claimed her soul,
And
she could be a child no more.
Those
mem’ries of so long ago
Still
haunt the woman she became;
Her
hair of gold now turned to white,
She
searches still, the child to find.
~© Linda
E. Newman ~
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