Two Childhood Memories

Photo credit : Me

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As a kid, I broke my finger

Playing baseball at this field;

Just the sort of age eleven

Mishap sports will tend to yield

 

Also used to play the organ

At the church there on the right;

Age fifteen’s so long ago that

Even memory’s

Black and white

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One thought to “Two Childhood Memories”

  1. A great shot for contrasts of many kinds, but the one I first thought of was how there’s always many stone steps leading up from the world to the church, and that it’s far easier to run down them. A great poem, too, for reminding us of its hidden truth — that both 11 and 15, worlds apart and worlds ago, are quite present, still, in today’s little teardrop, be it happy or sad.

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