Before Age Five Lost
I ran after the balloon man, red, blue yellow and purple too.
I suddenly see the car bumper, which did turn my forehead blue.
Rushed in his car, I feel my mother’s warm hands, holding true.
Taken to the hospital, family, doctors and nurses having no clue,
X-rays taken watched day and night, I remember only a faint view.
At the age of five, the first and only memory of what or who.
Pictures of many things before that age, I have seen nothing I knew.
What happened, when my head hit that car, and what did I do.
Memories, before the age of five, taken that mid morning day, flew.
However, un-hurt in any other way, I continued and grew.
The memories I lost, I sometimes miss, but have since bid adieu.
Just maybe this happening was destiny, for my old mind to construe.
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