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Childhood Nostalgia

When I was a child
I recall picking berries:
enjoying the day
with my Mom, and two sisters:
all the family I knew.

That was the day my
Mom taught me how to whistle.
I had just turned four,
and knew nothing of my dad:
he was off fighting a war.

I've blocked out the fire:
the winter our house burnt down;
I was not yet five.
Yet, I recall a neighbor
warmed my feet in her oven.

I recall the train
that brought us from New Brunswick,
to Ontario.
I couldn't speak any English:
yet relished the adventure.

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Linda Alice Fowler Date: 8/31/2022 2:52:00 PM Such a vivid write Emile. So beautiful! Congratulations on your win! Linda Login to Reply Emile Pinet Date: 8/31/2022 4:06:00 PM Thanks, Linda, I appreciate your comments, have a good day my friend, Emile.

Francine Roberts Date: 8/31/2022 8:37:00 AM that is beautiful , congrats Login to Reply Emile Pinet Date: 8/31/2022 10:41:00 AM Thanks, Francine, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Christuraj Alex Date: 8/31/2022 6:05:00 AM Wow! Great memories! Beautifully written. Congratulations! Login to Reply Emile Pinet Date: 8/31/2022 10:41:00 AM Thanks, Christuraj, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Terry Miller Date: 8/31/2022 5:52:00 AM A wonderful write Emile. Login to Reply Emile Pinet Date: 8/31/2022 10:40:00 AM Thanks, Terry, as always, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Yolanda Nicholsen Date: 8/19/2022 2:52:00 AM lovely write Login to Reply Emile Pinet Date: 8/31/2022 10:39:00 AM Thanks, Yolanda, I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

L Milton Hankins Date: 8/18/2022 10:37:00 AM Very young memories, Emile. Like you, my earliest memories are of the women in the family. My father was somewhere in the Pacific. The real conflict in my life began when he returned from the war. Nice job. I enjoyed this. Login to Reply Emile Pinet Date: 8/18/2022 11:04:00 AM Thanks, Milt, we share many common threads of our past. I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.