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A Childhood of Thinking
July 31, 2013
I had everything.
The sky and the sun.
A sense that the world had just begun.
That there is something to be won.
I had everything.
My mother’s kisses
And eyes full of wanting.
A pocket bursting with bills,
And a world to buy.
Then I had nothing
But a cheek stained with pink,
And empty eyes—
My watery dreams
Dried by a flaming star,
Too faraway to reach.
But now I have something
Memories made of what was,
A sky full of what is,
And eyes that see what can be.
© Caitlin B., Marblehead, MA
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