The Haze Of Lost Memories

The Haze Of Lost Memories

The deep delicious red of a marzipan rose,

A haze of joy—

Childhood covetousness.

 

The Little Prince, read and re-read,

Affirmation for life,

For the essential child.

 

A white teddy bear, lined in red,

A late gift from an absent mother figure,

Cradled in bed nonetheless.

 

What’s left? What’s gone?

What doesn’t leave its mark?

 

I thought it was all gone,

Lost. Erased. Eviscerated.

 

In the making of my own world,

A lost world seems to be coming back.

~~~*~~~

Read this week’s short story Translucent at radhikamukherjee.com.

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