First Memories
This is a first memory,
Walking next to the pram, you see,
My sister in her infancy,
It was long ago and far away,
Trudging on a hot summer's day,
Heat, dust and veil of flies,
Hot and thirsty, no surprise!
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2020
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