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Childhood memories


everyone has them…


light and laughter,


a loving mom and dad,


lakes and grass,


skinned knees and kisses.


 


Darkness and despair


alcohol and drugs,


screaming! and slapping


crying and praying.


 


A little girl, with a


mixture of the two,


full of light and laughter,


parents who loved her,


but not each other.


 


Her first memory -


a bowl of crayons


the never ending stream of


bright


reds


yellows


blues


purples


and the occasional


black one.


Settling down with


a clatter


around the feet


of her and her dad.


 


The bowl came next,


scratched yellow plastic -


the crayon’s home.


Attention-grabbing,


bright


YELLOW


 


She looked from the bowl


to her dad


to her mom


dad sitting still on the sofa


absolutely still, with


a look in his eyes


that her six year old ones


had not yet seen.


 


Mom in doorway


her chest heaving


face scrunched up


in anger


eyes looking for another object


to throw –


to throw at the innocence.


 


Screaming voices –


ears covered


until


it is all over.


She picks up


the crayons


draws a picture on the wall


 


A happy family


holding hands and


smiling


A big blue house,


green grass,


a black dog,


a huge yellow sun.


 


She puts the crayons


back in their home,


walks onto the balcony, and


heaves


them with all her might


over the rail.


 


Enjoy the rainbow, little girl.

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