Childhood memories carved on her heart
The only home she ever knew
Keeper of her story, protector of her dreams
Mint green walls and open windows
Lace curtains blowing in the gentle breeze
caress porcelain dolls bearing witness from dusty shelves
Revisiting summers spent along the shore
when cool ocean waters provided the backdrop
to youthful expeditions chasing the perfect tan
As the sun set over that beachside home
and life moved on, as she knew it must,
the desire to hold a little piece of it came calling
Childhood memories carved on her heart
Mirrored on her flesh with an artist’s ink
Keeper of her story, protector of her dreams
photo: mine
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