Bedazzled Memories
I will turn back the pages of my life,
to my days of coloring with crayons bright;
when they were flat I sharpened them with a knife,
I had all the shades from big dip ruby to white.
I loved all the purples, mauve and pink,
when they would shrink- into a box they went;
and mom would in time melt them down in a wink,
we soon found out it was important to vent.
New crayons and sometimes candles we made,
that was our way of recycling in my day;
the bright colors in my memory will never fade,
but as I grew up with crayons I could not stay.
Oh, Caribbean green, and wild blue yonder,
cranberry crush, mellow yellow and cherry red;
into a new bedazzled world I did wander,
for me all those crayons were now totally dead.
At the library we recycled the used ones,
there was a box at school to put the markers in;
we would save them up until we had tons,
then with a new bin we would begin.
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September 17, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Bedazzled Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1062-089-01
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