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A picture from my childhood

by ranfuchs (writer), CT, USA, February 21, 2010

When the wind blows outside, I find myself transformed back to my childhood

A stormy Friday winter night.
Soft yellow light illuminates the green walls.
The room is warm. Two cups of hot chocolate
and a plate of cookies on the table.

It’s my grandparents’ place. Shelves full of books.
A big drawing on the wall in black and yellow.
A man collecting seaweeds in the storm
His horse and cart are waiting.

My grandmother is sitting in her couch
Watching family drama on TV
My grandfather is in the kitchen
Delicious smells of cooking hang in the air.

I’m lying on the sofa bed
Reading old magazines
bound together to keep history alive.
Dozens of volumes. I know them all by heart.

A stormy Friday winter night.
Soft yellow light illuminates the green walls.
The room is warm. Two cups of hot chocolate
and a plate of cookies on the table



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3 comments on A picture from my childhood

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By alan handwerger on February 21, 2010 at 07:47 am

Wonderful imagery.

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By ranfuchs on February 21, 2010 at 07:52 am

thanks Alan

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By Theresa H Hall on February 24, 2010 at 08:23 pm

In the end, all we have are our memories to take with us.

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