Reflections
When youth was just a blush upon my cheek
and life’s untrodden path a mystery
there were no memories for me to seek.
An orphaned child, my future looked so bleak;
I wondered what was happening to me
when youth was just a blush upon my cheek.
My siblings were too traumatized and meek
for ages ranged from six to nearly three.
There were no memories for me to seek
until the years had passed. No longer weak
as Viet Nam became a travesty
when youth was just a blush upon my cheek.
Sickened by death, I soon became a freak
within a drug infused society…
there were no memories for me to seek.
Now time’s grey hand has withered my physique
and wistful thoughts of old a truancy
when youth was just a blush upon my cheek.
There are no memories for me to seek.
From the
Villanelle section in Karnak. Come by and write something.