That Place of Childhood
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I will turn back the pages of my memory to that place,
of childhood years and of brightly painted rows of dwelling;
the hue of each memory that drifts- I treasure and embrace,
each day was a wonderful story for the telling;
those far gone days adorned so lovely with no sadness,
long before I was warped with grief and great madness;
I recall all the colorful rows of houses so pretty,
now, a ghetto with paint peeling. Oh what a pity!
Our house was painted a gay shade of azure blue,
we did not have much but our life was stained perfect;
oh, why did I come back to our old home for a view,
to see those broken old crumbling rows of neglect;
I heard they were going to be demolished- torn down,
and in a heap of rubble all my hued memories will drown;
all those beautiful childhood treasures destroyed,
the pigment of my memories moved into a dark void!
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October 11, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/That Place of Childhood
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1070-581-01
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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