First Memory

Mon, 05/12/2014 - 22:30 -- Ms Rose

Light flutters on my eyelids through the forest’s verdant lace.

My tiny body bouncing in cadence with Dad’s steps.

We arrive at a wooden hut and duck inside.

It’s damp, cool, dark.

Water tumbles over mossy rocks.

Bobbing in the dark water, a large green ball.

Shiny and solitary.

Dad picks it up and cradles it in his arms.

We walk home.


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