Calico

My calico days are gone,
just drifted memories in my mind,
days of laughter, rhyme, and song.

Brightly colored yards of flowers,
and patterns of childhood ways;
The dreams of my early hours.

Calico memories I revere
as being the woven structure
I've based the rest of my years.

The fabric remains the same,
but the patterns all have changed,
into a sophisticated rending game.


-- written at age 14

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Note: this poem is part of a collection, to read more please see: "poems from the past"  E: poems written as a child and teen .