Can I Ever Return

Reborn, a Christian fallacy dreams that have haunted me left handed, what a shame someone has to bear the blame a teddy bear that never speaks guards the child from attic squeaks goulish figures of a mothers glow a fallen angel I never did know applesauce and mustard bread free cheese, the government said mice dined, making it swiss tasty morsels of sweet bliss the susquehanna, we dove in reliving Huckleberry Finn pirates of pennies, poor as hell rich in imagination, an everflowing well milk crated wagons, with skate wheels coats of reds, and hubbed teals discarded paint, the color of choice a smooth ride with a rugged voice raiding gardens, tomato fights the guilty exposed, under the lights pasted innocent faces shook with fear only to plot again the following year camping trips in mountains so vast became tented bedrooms shadows cast but the stories told, will remain history because for many of us, that was family and those were the days...............