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Remembering back

Remembering back,
If I could just have a sharper image…
Of the way our kitchen looked on a holiday morning,
The silence of it.
Before the magic disappeared.
 
Or the way my father kept his things in a top drawer, and what exactly “were” those things...I can’t remember.
The exact wood pattern on my grandmothers rose bud book shelf bed…
The warmth of my mom hugging me.
A nickelodeon radio playing love songs on summer nights to help us girls drift off to sleep.
 
The little things.
Our youth.
 Before the magic disappeared.  
 
It’s all there still. Just blurry. Faded. Aged.
A time before.  
 
I look through this photo album,
A graveyard of these heart stringed memories.
A quilted kiss of all that I used to have…all that I love.
These memories, the atoms that make up the spirit of my childhood.
My magic.
Where the magic came from.
 
Things have changed.
The little things.
The big things.
It’s all different now.
 
Remembering back,
If I could just have a sharper image.
The silence of it.
Before the magic disappeared.


-JMR
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