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Childhood (a poem)

First written sometime in the distant past.


Heaping bowls of popcorn,

Wiffle ball in the back yard,

Vicious snowball fights,

Church--every Sunday,

Dr. Who,

Diagnosis Murder,

Tragedy,

A scar down the middle of her chest.


Potluck dinners after church,

Glop,

The state of Virginia,

Cousins,

Early Edition,

The Marx Brothers,

Strained relationships,

A scar down the middle of our hearts.


The old Maple tree,

Broken swimming pools,

The dog we never had,

The cats we loved,

TGIF,

Sanford and Son,

Lessons learned too early,

A coffin in the ground.


A big, green house,

A big, gray house,

A fireplace,

A wrap-around couch,

Martin Luther (in black and white),

The Thin Man,

Missed opportunities,

A giant hole in our lives.


Kool-Aid in the Summer,

Russian Tea in the Winter,

The warmth of a family,

Emotional paralysis,

Star Trek,

Charade,

Siblings,

A lifetime ago.

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