Sitting Remembering

the picture hangs in my study it's gilded fame outshines everything in the room I enjoy looking and reliving that day remembering.... the grass was prickly beneath my hands blue sky made life worth while I gaze with thoughtful frown at the old grey house. why does it sit in my memory what should I remember? why does it shout at me go...go far from here! laying my head down on my arms green grass prickling my nose I doze off.....was living again in that old house father angry I had broken his favourite pipe was but 3 years old...remembering the anger as he pushed me, slamming me against the wall falling....falling into a deep chasm awakening I can't move, body covered in bruises legs no longer able to carry my body. I am here crawling in the grass, can no longer walk looking at my old family house remembering.... remembering penned 4 may 2016 picture used is by Andrew Wyeth. - Christina's World