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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
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
Published 13th Apr 2017
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13th Apr 2017 1:50am
14th Apr 2017 1:32am
13th Apr 2017 8:52am
14th Apr 2017 11:24am
"Memories, like the corners of my mind..."
Yea, I felt this, n felt like this many a time..
Outstanding introspective inking
Yea, I felt this, n felt like this many a time..
Outstanding introspective inking
28th Feb 2024 5:28pm
On the themes of memories and childhood, it's a well crafted piece that delivers nostalgia and longing for innocence.
Great work.
Great work.
