Where My Memories Go

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Bengaluru, Bangalore, India, Karnataka, Watercolor

forever memories of the house where I was born and the window in my room where the sun came creeping in each morn I can see mother's garden of flowers heavenly spun all the spring violets, tulips, lily-of-the-valley and roses the robin nests in the lilac trees and on our porch were containers of purple primroses and I can still hear the sound of buzzing bees I remember the tree swing where I would fly where I suddenly had heavenly wings going higher, higher, higher, high oh, I recall so many things so many things that brought me innocent joy hang on my memory wall my teddy bear, dolls, and each toy and times when I would run and fall . . . "and mother would come running . . . when I was crying" ____________________ September 03, 2022 Poetry/Rhyme/where my memories go Copyright Protected, ID 09-485-177-03 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premier Choice sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 09/04/2022 Fifth Place

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Jenna Logan

Date: 9/4/2022 8:53:00 AM

Constance, well written lines, and much more worthy of a win than footles.

Constance La France
Date: 9/4/2022 4:29:00 PM

Jenna, thank you so much for the compliment, God Bless ~

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/4/2022 6:41:00 AM

Enjoyed the sweet recall of this poem reminiscing in memories. Splendid images you convey, Constance, exuding joy of family and childhood innocence.

Constance La France
Date: 9/4/2022 4:29:00 PM

Vijay, thank you so much for the comment and compliment, God Bless ~