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Toys of Our Memories

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Toys of Our Memories

Standing at the closet door
buried deep within my mind
I gather courage to venture there
to see what’s left behind

As the door swings gently open
so many things I see
the rainbows of illusions
and so many shattered dreams

But in the corner hiding
is a memory soft and gay
it pulls me closer to the spot
where I used to play

The place of innocence, the inner child
yearning to be free
laughing, singing, trusting all
Come and play with me

and further in the darkness
there’s a light from loves I knew
from family, friends and lovers
all still burning true

But the brightest toy to catch my eye
is one of innocence
it’s the gift you gave when first we met
and sealed it with a kiss

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  1. Date: 8/9/2009 4:09:00 AM
    Wow, Trudy, this poem is awesome. It is a brilliant capture of life's trip through dreams, illusions, loves, and laughter. I'm going to favorite this one. Always DAS-J

  1. Date: 7/21/2009 11:42:00 AM
    Beautifully written poem of past memories from childhood, a delight to read>>James

  1. Date: 7/19/2009 8:33:00 AM
    Sweet memories....lovely way to keep it from the heart! ~ Great job, Trudy! ~ Carrie

  1. Date: 7/18/2009 3:39:00 PM
    Such a whimsical and heart touching poem. So very well written and simply a joy to read. Well done. Regards Heidie

  1. Date: 7/18/2009 3:15:00 PM
    I love the way you build suspense in the beginning and then allow us to journey back with you into your childhood. The last verse is outstanding! Excellent poem, Trudy! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 7/18/2009 12:18:00 PM
    Nice images of childhood in your poem. The sweet bird of youth flies swiftly. Nice work. Yours Matthew Anish

  1. Date: 7/17/2009 10:00:00 PM
    yes! what a truly beautiful "age of innocence" poem! Trudy! I love it jim

  1. Date: 7/17/2009 9:36:00 PM
    Cute! This piece is so lovely, my dear Trudy. I love these lines: "The place of innocence, the inner child/yearning to be free/laughing, singing, trusting all/Come and play with me"Have a great night(or day)! Ruben.