Broken Crayons

The memories a mother holds after a child has grown up.

Bits of broken crayons stored in a box,
along with cars, trains, balls and blocks.
A reminder of days from long time past,
from baby to man it happened so fast


Bits of broken crayons taken from me,
no more colored pages for all to see.
How I wish I could go back to the days,
splashes of color are lost in a haze.


Bits of broken crayons all stored away,
hidden in boxes, much to my dismay.
One day you'll visit and I'll take them out,
bits of broken crayons, lurking about.

 

Author's Note

Be brutal and be honest - help me to be a better writer

Reviews

[Brian K. Walters]

I really liked the sentiment of this poem. It is very true. Childhood passes by so quickly, never to return except in memories and old videos.

As for any sugguestions...I think the only things I would change is
on the last line of the first paragraph adding an a in front of baby and man.
third line of the 2nd paragraph change "go" to travel
then possibly change the 4th line to when splashes of color weren't lost in a haze.

But this is your piece and the beauty of writing is the unique way writers let their thoughts and emotions flow onto the paper :)

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

I love it, it's very sweet and very true. Thank you for sharing. debileah