childhood bramble: a quadrille

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four pairs of tiny feet
searching through

the summer’s bramble
treasure hunting (no, not gold)

plump, scarlet, wild gems
secured with sharp thorns’ fold

when you are young, you yearn
to pick the sweetest berries

as you age you ache
for this fleeting memory.

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07.28.2020
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For dVerse #Quadrille No. 108: Among the Brambles

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42 thoughts on “childhood bramble: a quadrille”

  2. Oh Sister, you always bless me with your fine writing. Hope you are well, and your husband–are you still separated due to pandemic? Love you both ❤

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    1. Oh thank you so much for your kind words, sister. Yes, we are still apart. Not seeing the glint of light at the moment. But God is good. How are you, sister? I hope you are well. ❤ Much love back at you!

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      1. Oh how I long for you two to be reunited–you know what a romantic I am, and I ache for you. YES, GOD IS GOOD!! I’m old and tired, but healthy and SO BLESSED ❤

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  8. One of my first memories (too) is of picking berries. You chose a good memory to bring up, sister! I still like the berries in the here and now, though you’re right about the ache–I no longer pick them.

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    1. Gaaah! Me, too!! I wanna be just a kid again, some times.

      I am trying to distract myself hehe by watching what-nots of Netflix or by listening to music or by writing and reading. All possible things to keep my mind from dwelling on the uncertainties of this year. Sigh.

      How about you, dear Mich?

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