Childhood Memory

Glancing down she looked at the scar 
between her elbow and shoulder
ugly standing out this scar was an open folder

Of memories of an incipient time
evanescent recollections of friendships
lost love entwined

Man hunt manhunt one two three!
playing under the nights penumbra
those words at the time were the most important decree

Tag she was it
Caught caught caught!
laughing so hard she fell on the sidewalk

Her arm bleeding from the fall
wouldn't stop her 
continuing to play under the nightfall

As she reminisced about those ephemeral days
So many firsts came racing back
forever in her heart they were engraved

When did existence become so complicated
life's clock always ticking
moments unable to be replicated 

That scar created 
reminding her life at a time was simple 
that wound was sacred
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Stars Avatar
December 22, 2017 at 1:00 PM
wow ... really like your feel ... few words in this write aren't really in our vocabulary ... but this is an stunning piece of emotional art ...
Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 25, 2017 at 9:40 PM
I love this! :) xomo
Andresen Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 4:41 AM
- It's always nice to look back in time, Sofia :) - Nothing stopped us, we learned of life - A bag of sandwiches ... out all day ... no worries - I enjoy reading this wonderful poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Ricci Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 3:52 AM
Good Morning Sofia. What a marvelous memory. Yes, the simple days and ways as well. Over and over one of my friends and I say "when did life get so complicated". As a child I played outdoor for hours on end. Your entry is wonderfully formatted. I very much enjoyed your theme. Your words make the thought and memory come alive. Well done entirely.
Ra Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 4:18 AM
Thank you so much Lisa. Sacred times I hold very dear. Appreciate greatly your input.
Smith Avatar
March 22, 2017 at 4:05 PM
The scars are there along with the memories...fabulous poem Sofia
Green Avatar
March 22, 2017 at 3:22 PM
Indeed, when did life become so complicated? Give me those days of hide and seek, tag and kick the can. When our biggest concern was what was for dinner and who would be back outside after the meal to play some more. This was amazing Sofia. I have a few of these scars, though ignored for many years, they now, because of your wonderful poem become a sign of those times. Nicely done.
Ra Avatar
March 22, 2017 at 3:59 PM
I sometimes yearn for those days. Sometimes a certain smell like fresh salt water from the ocean or the way a breeze will casually glide in will bring it all back for me. Thank you Chris
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