My moody, misty memories 🤔💕
Amidst the many mysteries of my muddled up mind
All mixed up and somewhat entangled, but yet still there to find
Are happenstances from my lovely childhood from Oh so long ago
If I dig and delve down in amongst those cobwebbed crevasses, betwixt and below..
Yet though I search yon secret places within unfamiliar spaces
My head gets hazy whilst my mind gets knotted up, with those fascinating faces
As shadows mask and mar that tick and tock of time
Before my passion of poetry ever started, to regular write with rhythm and rhyme..
So back beyond my bygone days, when I was just a tiny tot
My memories are so full of moody, misty greys, as if I I’ve gone and lost the plot..
Nowadays as I try my absolute utmost, to memorise all my each and everything’s
Holding on to that happiness with all the positivity it brings
I pray to God that I don’t loose my inner mindset storage up above
And I thank the good Lord that I still have all of my marbles, remembering yon marvellous moments of yesterdays with so much love…
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wonderful poem
my father worked
for a constuction
company named
bechtel he was there
accountant every
time the job was
over so was his job
he work,for then 25
years retired and
died a year later
Ahh ok well we still miss our folks so much luv ❤️💕❤️
Lovely write Jill xxx
Thanks my lovely 💕💕💕
This was so much fun....riding the waves of your alliteration and elaboration.......telling the tales of the many memories that make up your "Oh so Poetic" mind......worried that you may have ~
~ "Gone and lost the plot...."
Clever girl!!.......ALL STARS!!......ALWAYS a pleasure dear poet sister!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Teehee ay I really hope I never lose my
marbles haha ❤️🤣💕