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Saturday, September 30, 2006

mamma

its just a memory
but so alive

a swirl of cotton
white. green bordered

soft warm skin
crinkled. wrinkled. white and pink

warm drinks and brandy
swapped escapades and memories

stories. of my beginning
yours.and journeys. one for every hour of day

stories of the beginnings of love
ours. yours. mine

talks. philosophy. logic. religion
lessons. how to walk. talk.live life

stars. moons. gentle warm sunshine
battles. tears. laughter

childhood troubles and worries
slowly growing up

all sorted, aired and put away
in your little black box

but its just a memory
and you're so dead

its that time of the year
to remember you

look at my body
and wonder at how you made it from yours

look at my yesterdays
and how you took me in

see how i've grown mamma
come back home again

4 comments:

Cocaine Jesus said...

it seems to sweet and full of childlike memories until the last bit which is so very sad and yet still so childlike.

Prerona said...

:)

LJ said...

This is lovely, Prerona.

Prerona said...

Thanks lj :)

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