Faded MemoriesA Poem by Im His DaughterFaded Memories of a little red trike sitting in the shed gathering dust holding onto faded memories of when it was used.
Little tiny bottoms sitting on it for hours riding up & down the block the laughter & joy the smiles & giggles remembering when it was used. Red, blondes & brunettes as the years went by from the 60's, 70's & 80's oh my that little red trike when was the last time it was used? Faded Memories of a little red trike sitting in the shed gathering dust holding onto faded memories used by her, me & you. © 2015 Im His DaughterAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 12, 2015 Last Updated on May 12, 2015 AuthorIm His DaughterCanadaAbout(Sorry I don't read stories, chapters or books. I am not a critic either, I will only read poems. When I comment, I comment only on how it makes me feel. Promise no criticism here unless maybe a word .. more..Writing
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