One Single Memory

The pillow fight–

You got that gash

Above your eye

From all the glass.

The gifts you bought

Our toes in sand

And all the times you held my hand.

When we were nine

You’d write those lines

And every year

We’d mark the time.

September breeze

When we were free

Cause we were kids

And we could dream.

Now all that’s here–

Just one Band-Aid

And all the things

We left unsaid.

Our dreams were left

And childhood spent

Cause youth is  when

The Sidewalk Ends.


7 Comments Add yours

  1. That’s really good, Caillen, poignant, regretful and celebrating, too. Thank you for taking part. I’ll reblog this as Another Flax Golden Tale

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    1. caillenjames says:

      I’m glad you enjoyed it, Dermott. Thanks

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Reblogged this on Postcard from a Pigeon and commented:
    Yet another Flax Golden Tale – a wonderful paen to love and memories of lost childhood- from Caillen James

    Liked by 1 person

  3. writerszwrld says:

    Nice one.

    Liked by 1 person

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