Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

First Memories

when I was small, what I recall
is hazy in my mind
unsure of what, is real or not

A walk in snow, so long ago
with feet encased in boots
the crunchy sound, upon the ground

At school in May, queen for a day
lipstick upon my face
a maypole dance, with ribbons prance

or woodland walk, excited talk
as bluebells carpet ground
their sea of blue, is quite a view

captured as images I see
of long ago as little me

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