Playing back and forth in backyards of a mind, remembering <br />childhood games that were always invented to play with my <br />sisters and brother. <br /> <br />Leaving no stone unturned, finding a clue no matter where <br />it was found and considering it. <br /> <br />Finding an essence in everything, having a place in the <br />scheme of things set in life. <br /> <br />To be chosen and selected for viewing, wallowing in puddles <br />of sadness, seeing childhood now, only in memories.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-childhood-in-memories/
