Childhood Nostalgia
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When I was a child,
I went picking blueberries,
I was perhaps three.
My mom and two sisters were
all the family I knew.
I recall when mom
taught me to make a 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.
But I recall a neighbor
warmed my feet in her oven
I recall the train
that took us from New Brunswick
to Ontario.
I couldn't speak any English,
yet relished the adventure.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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