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With inner child, I rummage through an attic. Boxes line corners unlabeled Shadows from window lead inquisitive mind. Low and behold, a time capsule I find filled with memories sacred. A cigar box reproduction of a treasure chest painted gold is filled with toys only child could understand. A few MARBLES are indications of wealth where coins were used to trade for valuable objects. A SPINNING TOP the key to open portals where freedom became reality. A collection of COWBOYS AND INDIANS resting together both sides in truce after years of battle. A FEATHER filled with magic to make one fly in dance gracefully like birds. green and red JAX AND ***** that was company on rainy days. A SHELL that held secrets when brought to ear. And a good luck CHARM fitting in child’s hand that held many a wish. The best part of its find was that it sat on a MAGIC CARPET used to travel across galaxy with fairies when nap time was instrumented by mom. Me thinks I feel a senior moment coming on now where nap calls. Let the journey begin.
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Treasures Of Childhood
With inner child, I rummage through an attic. Boxes line corners unlabeled Shadows from window lead inquisitive mind. Low and behold, a time capsule I find filled with memories sacred. A cigar box reproduction of a treasure chest painted gold is filled with toys only child could understand. A few MARBLES are indications of wealth where coins were used to trade for valuable objects. A SPINNING TOP the key to open portals where freedom became reality. A collection of COWBOYS AND INDIANS resting together both sides in truce after years of battle. A FEATHER filled with magic to make one fly in dance gracefully like birds. green and red JAX AND ***** that was company on rainy days. A SHELL that held secrets when brought to ear. And a good luck CHARM fitting in child’s hand that held many a wish. The best part of its find was that it sat on a MAGIC CARPET used to travel across galaxy with fairies when nap time was instrumented by mom. Me thinks I feel a senior moment coming on now where nap calls. Let the journey begin.
Inspired by patty m. Her poem Treasure is great. Thank you
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
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