home in my memories sets monochrome
monochrome walls, roof, and floor—my home
gray, the kitchen where my family prayed
prayed at a table of weathered gray
old photographs of yore yet sparkle gold
gold that never tarnishes, nor grows old
love cradled me in a warm, velvet glove
glove worn by Mother, fashioned with love
safe, was I, in that time, in that place
place of antiquity—nevermore to feel safe
childhood long gone, now rotting driftwood
driftwood littering dead sands of childhood
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On the Fringe of Darkness 
that longing for home and all that it provided. Words that touch deep. Lovely as usual Jai🤍🤗
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Thank you, Destiny. The older I get, the more I long to return to the halcyon days of my childhood. 💜😊
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🤗🤍💞
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Glad you have some nice memories of your childhood Jai ❤️
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I know you don’t have many—if any. I wish you did, Lorraine. It’s something to fall back on when darkness comes. 💖
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Beautifully written
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Thank you, Stephen. 🙂
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There are no words sufficient …I am in awe.
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Thank you, Sister. It was just lying around in my head, and I threw it out there. 😊❤️
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