CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

THERE IS A MEMORY IN MY MIND, THAT TIME CANNOT DESTROY
OF ANOTHER PLACE AND TIME, AND A SPECIAL LITTLE BOY

HE LOVED TO PLAY, HE LOVED TO TEASE
WITH HIS DARK EYES LAUGHING HE TRIED TO PLEASE.

WALKING ON HIS HANDS, CRAWLING ON HIS KNEES
TURNING CART WHEELS, AND PLAYING IN THE TREES.

HE LOVED TO TAKE OUR TOYS APART
AND FIX THEM BETTER THAN THEY WERE BEFORE.

HE PUT THEM BACK TOGETHER SO CAREFULLY,
BUT THEY NEVER WORKED ANYMORE.

by Virginia Horne Walker