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Puberty arrivesWith it's accompanying drivesPlus the scourge of teenage acne.Most remedies would failNothing ever worked wellWhile my face continued to attack me..Father scoffed "Son I implore
childhood memoriesdaddy says get the lead out--pencil tip shatters . . © 2019 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved .. ***
The music echoes still inside my head, The bright colors still dance before my eyes, And memories are fresh within my mind, Though it’s been so long. I look through old albums and reminisce,
Dear Father The way you care for me throughout my life It makes me feel like I miss you. Teaching me how to ride my bike, tie my shoes, and do math. Reading scripture and applying it to our lives.
Laughing and playingBarefoot, hair flailingSurpassing fear, Climbing treesRunning wild and chasing dreams
WhiteSoftStuffedBlue eyes mirror my ownMy guard through the nightPuppy
The time I stabbed my eye with a pencil The most embarrassing moment in my life The pencil that had so much potential This was unlike other writing utensil
Gone are the days When everything seemed right Gone are the days When everything was alright Gone are the days
A needle: a small, thin object with a sharp point that mends our open wounds. Sewing needles are polished and used by seamstresses to keep our clothes stitched and tailored.
Not wasting a single second of the day, By always being active. When we looked forward to recess, Or gym time. When we were excited to play basketball, Or soccer.
We’re driving down the road, and it’s hot.
If I could only bring one thing it would be this one old orange soft checkered Blanket that was given to me when I was young new small precocious
Take it easy He would say As we walked out the door After a kiss Goodbye Whether we leave for a week Or leave for the park He’d say it That was his special way
Along the island’s shore lay the remnants of the ships debris. The salty air from the ocean breeze fills my lungs and burns deep. My eyes squint at the dominant sun, and my skin sizzles from the blistering heat.
love is the coulour of my mother's old sweater a soft faded blue
Remember when you were a child? Running free outside, When your aspirations were wide. Swinging on the swings and pretending you had wings. Watching cartoons on a sunday afternoon.
As I collect dust on the corner of her desk from my butt
I wonder when it all changed….
Remember the good times with just the four of us sitting together on the couch; The sister of traveling pants, The drinks we shared in front of fireworks, The childhood game of three little piggies,
childhood memories are always easy to findif you know where to lookyou’ll find things like a white house in Lenoxburgnot new enough for shuttersand when people everywhere know your name