Childhood did I lose you somewhere along the way moments that simply vanished events I can’t recall I remember curly blonde hair pen marked forehead ~ I called you Irene like my mum pink lace dress, plastic clicking eyes wrought iron fireplace briquettes wood piled high watching as the magic circling smoke wafted up the chimney bricks cushions stacked a castle made; sheets from beds my little place – with plastic tea-cups filled with water, my dolls my guests inside and parents not allowed backyard play and fences climbed till t i m b e r over I go head first concrete never soft – sore head – painful head cries to mum, I lived to tell the tale being minded playing marbles hmm the large one is soooo pretty GUlp fingers down the back of throat this I remember well shuttlecock soaring into the air laughter family brothers playing dad in knee high socks holidays with rain in tents strumming a guitar on fallen gum tree; vacant paddock calling out as center stage, not so in tune voices with my besty from next door there are photographs to remind me ~ not many but a few this is only how I remember how I’ll remember you For Poetics dVerse brought to us by Manicddaily, a/k/a, Karin Gustafson – The prompt for the day: some variation of “I remember”. ******** LIPTEMBER MONTH OF SEPTEMBER – Shaun from http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com has kindly and generously written a blog for Liptember to help Kayla raise funds for the fight against Mental Illness. He has donated recently, as have a few of my readers. Please read and if you can donate (for those that haven’t already) we would be most grateful. Thank You! We are in the process of getting a Pay Pal address for those who have had difficulty donating.