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Memories of Me
The old wooden farm house; with the rusted tin roof. Wasn't much; But, it was always enough. In the mountains of Virginia; poor but yet so proud. Lived an Appalachian family; where only love was allowed. And what of the girl; who grew up there? The little tom-boy; with braids in her hair. Wild as the wind; and ready to tackle the world. What ever became; of that percocious little girl? She grew up as children do; somehow we lost touch. I think of her often and smile; I must admit, I miss her much. The child that once was I; awaits in my very soul. For my return to her; And to restore what time stole. When I am old; and my braids are grey. We will splash in the mud; on rainy days. We will giggle; at inappropriate things. Picking wildflowers; while we sing. For her patience; I definitely owe her that. That little girl; who was called WildCat. Upon a mountain top; as we laugh and we play. With a sense of adventure; We will live out our remaining days. Darlene Doll Smith
Copyright © 2024 Darlene Smith. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs