Sitting Remembering
the picture hangs in my study
it's gilded fame outshines everything in the room
I enjoy looking and reliving that day
remembering....
the grass was prickly beneath my hands
blue sky made life worth while
I gaze with thoughtful frown
at the old grey house.
why does it sit in my memory
what should I remember?
why does it shout at me
go...go far from here!
laying my head down on my arms
green grass prickling my nose
I doze off.....was living again in that old house
father angry I had broken his favourite pipe
was but 3 years old...remembering the anger
as he pushed me, slamming me against the wall
falling....falling into a deep chasm
awakening I can't move, body covered in bruises
legs no longer able to carry my body.
I am here crawling in the grass, can no longer walk
looking at my old family house
remembering.... remembering
penned 4 may 2016
picture used is by Andrew Wyeth. - Christina's World
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