As a child, I
left notes to future me
strewn about, recalling
a version of myself
that left quietly in the night.
We used to make time capsules
and fill them with trinkets we swore
we’d want to remember someday.
Funny how that changes
from reminding you of your
most prized possession
to even just the smell
of dew at the public park
you fell in love at
nearly a decade ago.
My hands, reaching out
passenger side window
I wish I could’ve bottled
the dew on my hands
and kept that freedom
in a jar
to remind me of even
the smallest of memories.
Wonderful.
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Thank you, friend!
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Beautiful!💕
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Thank you!! ❤
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Elle, another beautiful poem that not only captures your childhood but captures the childhood in all of us. Stan
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you, friend 🙂
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Omg, can I borrow your brain ? Oh, and your heart ? You are a legend to me. Sunday is the BEST DAY EVER!!❤
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Hahahaha you’re too sweet! Thank you, Jim. Don’t worry, I look at your work and I’m often filled with “Man, I wish I thought of that!”
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Beautifully-penned nostalgia; I love it 🙂
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I like to think that nostalgia is the best prompt for me–such vivid memories make such wonderful storytelling. Thank you!
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Lovely. Some things are good to remember, others, not so!
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And it’s all about what we want to devote time to, or just let pass. Thank you for commenting!
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This is truly beautiful!
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This poem was like a wonderful breeze. Seriously. Thank You, Elle! 💖
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Thanks, friend! ❤
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My pleasure, Elle! 💖
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Breathtakingly beautiful. Wonderful pacing.
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Thank you so much!
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Beautifully penned❤️
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Thanks Andrea xo
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