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The Sadness of a Child
Youthful dreams cascaded through lavender fields. They rushed with a desire to be free from sorrow- For I was but a forsaken child, renown to be alone, and I wished for time to stop so I could breathe hoping for poppies to bloom with the ease of dawn. And I remember… a few good times with tears cried before bedtime, breaking bread at the dinner table with fear of a scold- Eating only what I hungered for…true compassion, yet I reminisce on what might have been if I was loved. I never knew those memories would make me strong- They taught me resilience and gave me motivation to do better, be better, speak lighter, act more kind. Sometimes I get parched, so I swallow photos of yore as if I was as dry as the Mojave Desert. They reach depths inside my bones, crawling through crimson veins just to be touched, healing from all that was given at a delicate time in my life. For children are supposed to have fun laughing, dancing and prancing in those lavender fields I fought so hard to hold onto. But I am but a woman longing to be held like a baby, a youngling hoping to breathe nothing but love. Scents of pink and blue encompass my mind and I remember all too clear. My youthful dreams cascaded into lavender fields, and o, how I wish I was there… once again. Childhood Memories Contest July 9, 2019 Chantelle Anne Cooke
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