Remembering the Days...
by Penny M Hayes
Friday, January 17, 2003
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Nestled on a self, lies a tiny wood box.
Sheltered by cobwebs and dust.
Within the square frame
photo’s lie
resting..
A conscience reminder,
Of childhood memoir.
Portraying the Family
Tree, a branch of
loved ones
past
on.
Blind to the eye of a child
is a contagious disease.
All grown up, now
I realize this
was their
demise.
Days of reckless bingeing, purge
their troubles away. A
way of life this
came to
be.
Revisiting the chest, rusty
hinges creak my pain.
I hear their voices
loud, slurred,
and raising
cain.
Shedding a tear I place the little
Treasure of memories quietly
back in it’s place. Am glad
I can say “I learned how
to live a different
Way.”
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Alcoholism is a hardship, which some people don't realize, they are inflicting pain upon their family, and passing on a dangerous life style.
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| Reviewed by michael horetsky (Reader) |
1/20/2003 |
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| We have are demons all. It is nice when someone cares enough to help.. Thanks for a little more help. Thanks |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
1/17/2003 |
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| Wonderful write. So much truth. |
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