Memories of Childhood Bliss
Childhood Bliss In this world of ours, often in the dark hours – thoughts run rampant through our minds. we
Read moreChildhood Bliss In this world of ours, often in the dark hours – thoughts run rampant through our minds. we
Read moreOur Last Night … There was this girl – I would never forget and it all began in the summer
Read moreWonderful days playing with my friends … Childhood memories bring a smile on my face and fill my heart
Read moreDay folds into a small dark box, filed onto shelves of past’s dim recounting, and what light beheld a heart,
Read moreMidnight Rains How they always come so entwined your memories and these midnight rains, the silvery threads that once fondled
Read moreWhere Does Time Go… Relentless this mind to wander, to sift through the sands of past, the joys and what’s
Read moreBygone Memories As we grow old we tend to go back in time, flashes of the past come alive
Read moreMemory serves me well, yet why do halcyon days pale before the struggle and memories of loss that so haunt
Read moreEmerald Memories “Sarah, you are so stubborn!” Judy snatched up her jacket and left the house in frustration. They
Read moreI strolled the lanes, streets and byways of my childhood home, and like echoes of my past, I heard the
Read moreWinter Days Yonder, each dawn breaks unceremoniously still donned in the night’s bleak attire, while a new day begins to
Read moreChristmas time … This was written some Christmases ago. One photo is of my parents shortly after they got married in
Read moreClosing the peeling white lead painted cabinet doors two by two she said quietly tomato soup or tomato soup ? half listening
Read moreWindows of the past – Since my early attempts of photography using the original Polaroid Instamatic camera I have been
Read moreLove’s delicate countenance, never forgotten… A Sweet Countenance Treasured the memories of love’s embrace, when world was silent, and all
Read moreTangled in memories In the melancholy of the night, under the taunting moonlight, memories of you come gliding effortlessly through
Read moreThe piano danced quietly at the end of the paintings on her fingertips yet I was enriched by distraction like the
Read moreReturn to Rocky Shore Did we not after all come from the very same rocky shorn and misty shore but not
Read moreBoxes plead, musty their engagement, with a dusty cement floor, the shadows of purpose wasted by time, and memories thinned
Read moreI often seek the wisdom, that I’m looking for, in the clouds which form, high in the sky above.
Read moreAutumn Lane … In early morning I walk down the lane As sun kisses golden leaves on the trees. Crisp
Read moreIn many days and years gone by, there once was Camelot. Just two people madly in love, trying to
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