as mother thinks, but
dreams of earlier lives,
lessons from the past.
You try to understand
but it all slips like sand
through your chubby fingers.
You talk and play in nursery,
wonder what it means,
what happened to all that stuff you knew?
an earlier version of this poem was published in Quantum Leap magazine
5 secret admirers:
Wow! That's really wonderful. Speaks to the mother in me.
Sometimes I wonder, if I've lived before.
That's a perfectly made poem around an intriguing idea.
It does make you wonder. Nice.
A pretty good poem. Keep working !
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