scattered toys
broken spells
ironic
how lives remain
long after the years
have
claimed childhood.
~
I awoke to her voice
an empty room
filled with memory
the sounds of only
a yesterday
a mother and father
might remember.
~
there lives a distant dream
now no longer surface
the crevice of a wood floor
deeply rooted
with the sounds we love
to replay in mind
know exact moments.
~
this was a new experience
in a child’s eye, like in a dream
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2020
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