A little to keep in Mind

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
childhood is precious and it is one of the pearls of my being.

Submitted: May 21, 2017

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Remember when you lay down in the back sit of grandpas car, in such a way that you could see the moon and all the stars spin around rhythmically, as he drove down twisting roads and lanes leading home, when you had all the visions of what could only be perceived as perfect but no words to express them for you lacked not the creativity nor the inspiration but the experience. Remember the moon? How hypnotizing it was, so subtle a glow yet so magnificent, it made you think of grandmas pearls, if one had broken off and landed in the palm of your hand. You'd then reach up a hand as though you were to grab it, realizing it was too far away. By this time, your eyes had closed, and it all seemed like a old dream..... Yet you remembered.....
Do you remember resting in grandma's garden, stripling the raspberry bushes clean while observing the clouds, you were most satisfied with the blue of it all granny said it was the sky, you'd reach out as though to wisk the clouds into the blue like a great tasty flurry you'd bought from MacDonald's the hour before, but by then grandma had called you in for apples and sandwiches.
Do you remember? 
When the rain would come, you'd smell it first, hear it second, see it last and then you'd run. It was an epic adventure for you, to dart from the swings just as the first fat rain drops collided on your back, you would cross the living room to the window and gaze at it fall down, it made you think God were crying so you'd cry too, so he wouldn't feel alone, the tears always felt nice, cool, it relaxed your heat bitten face and it was like you had your own storm inside, and thereafter a precious rainbow, you always wanted to find where it ended, but it always trailed out to the woods and you were scared, not of lions or tigers or bears but the dark that hid them. Do you remember the crisp scent of wet earth?, it sent pathways of fresh fragrances of air into your little lungs from grandma's flower beds and then the sun would come to dry everything off.....you sat and watched. 
Yes....I remember, this and so much more, my first encounters with true beauty as I was always fascinated by nature, then I was introduced to the God that created it, I was nothing short of enchanted. I remembered to keep my child's eye, for it held the beauty of all my dreams.


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