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Written, October 03, 2023

Poetry/Free Verse/Going Back
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1583-183-03
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Iron Railings NJ | Build Wrought Iron Railings in NJ | (973) 481-5550

I will turn back the pages of my life back to when we lived in a row house one of many- though mom made ours pretty with lace curtains and flower window boxes I loved it there but we moved away after Susan died that was my big sister I went back not long ago to see our old home the area is now a slum with rundown, boarded up homes I wish that I had just kept my memory and never gone back

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Date: 10/5/2023 3:47:00 AM
You still have the precious memory: ). It was not the building but the love you all had within it, your mom instilled this treasure and love within you, : )
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Date: 10/5/2023 1:53:00 PM
Stephan, thank you so much for the comment, appreciate. Perhaps you are right, I still see our pretty home and the love but I also see the slum and emptiness there.
Date: 10/3/2023 9:01:00 AM
Sad when you return home to find it in shambles. On my return to my neighborhood one street so cracked - it was a hilly road. I felt like I was in the movie Back to the Future. Likewise, there was a lake - where was it. Found out it always belonged to someone and now it is behind a fence. Carefree childhood, something of the past. Still does heaven not contain our past, pristine. Hugs!!
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Date: 10/4/2023 7:58:00 AM
Kim, thank you so much for the comment, appreciate. The places in the past change, this experience shattered my lovely memory of that place we lived, it is gone now, and hope that it does exist in heaven, hugs.

Book: Shattered Sighs