Penned, September 24, 2026/ Human Written For the International Contest, Reflection-s On Childhood Day-s Sponsor, Sara Kendrick
“What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” — Helen Keller
I often reflect on my childhood days, most days were spent quietly and quite alone; my sisters death had left me in a daze and haze, I smiled sweet- I did not speak, groan or moan. I spent hours with dolls and teddys in my room, writing fantasy stories nom de plume; I often reflect on my childhood days, my sisters death had left me in a daze and haze. With sorrow and pen a poet was born, time healed me ... though grief has ever been my thorn; most days were spent quietly and quite alone, I smiled sweet- I did not speak, groan or moan. I spent hours with dolls and teddys in my room, with sorrow and pen a poet was born; writing fantasy stories nom de plume, time healed me ... though grief has ever been my thorn.
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