CERTAIN Smells trigger my Memories of a
Morning they can’t deliver to me;
 I imagine the good times we all use to
Have as I tease the Water
With my little feet.                                                                                          
Gabriella always made fun of my perfect
Toes and how they made ripples in the
Cold Water below.
Now it’s too late too relive those youthful memories.

I stand beside my use to be crowed Shadow
And watch as it walks across the walls
Of my old home;
I follow as it Dances into a sound wave of wind,
In the faint distance I can hear laughter of love.
My soul whispers flashbacks of how life use to be, Mother calling from the table for supper and father chasing us down like wild bees: only to follow our mothers shriek to head home.
Now it’s too late too relive those youthful Memories.

I remember the Boat crashed up against the well;
I remember the sea’s musty smell;
And the itchy sand I never quite dwelled,
Because it would swallow anything tasty I found.
My mind throbbed of how much I could recall
And reminded me of the Headache I received from my fall,
Adma pushed me down the rocky hill and when
I reached the bottom I was greeted by distraught.
Now it’s too late too relive those youthful Memories.

I recall the Horses we rode along the path we never owned,
Old Mc Farleen would scream till his head blown, telling us off.
And as I actually think we never gave Him a break and when I  think back I wish had that chance to take.
I remember the times Reynolds would make us stand outside the house from telling us stories of how food rained from the sky. We stood out there day till night. We were such fools for falling for that trick, which he received great amusement out of it. Now it’s too late too relive those youthful Memories.

When momma had another child I remember papa’s panic of rushing to get her help.
But instead baby Gabriella my little baby girl who I admire from the world was born in the Stable
On a wooden broken door.
She was so silent and didn’t crack a cry yet when I looked at her blue shiny eyes she gave me a smile. Her dark brown hair and skin smooth and fair.
Now it’s too late too relive those youthful Memories.

It’s almost the end of this dreadful Journey the return back to my wonderful memories;
I’m ashamed to leave such a spirit behind in this faint dark world of growing old and fine.
I miss my 4 siblings who I have left one for last, the sibling who made my life a feel like a mask.
I always thought I didn’t own myself, following in the foot steps of a better else; Megan was the oldest, she was kind, sweet and funny, I looked up to her because she was one of any many.

I never felt I myself unless I was everything Megan was, her walk her talk, and even her fall.
She consistently scowled me for being myself but each time I thought about it I never found it out; Till one tragic day, She was heated with pain, Took a walk to the beach and was washed away.
I was angry with myself thinking I was the fault, but later on in life I stubbed across a wall.
Megan’s diary’s told it all of why she was so mad before she moved on.

I threw those pages into her killer and screamed at the sea for taking my sister.
But as good as I thought it might have even done, papas made me realize nothing could bring her to dawn; I had to be happy that she somewhere bright and far.
I stood at the edge of the line that stopped the water from crossing the sand and looked into the ocean of dreams and nightmares. Now it’s too late too relive those youthful Memories.

I can see the breezy trees settling in, preparing for the quiet sun to set over the den.
The shadow of mines dance back to my side;
The faint laughter of love fade into the fine,
The touch of my sister who still lost at sea and the call of my mother just waddling.
And I can see papa waiting for us, while we stand in the distance as a silhouette of Pain and dust. I can see the winds settle and rust.

Millian is whom my mother named me, my father made me
And sibling’s claimed me.
I found who I am thanks to Megan the oldest.
And bruised my childhood according to Adma the wildest.
But Gabriella the youngest threw a blessing on my life, and Reynolds the chiseler, Cursed a twitch in my eye.
Because anything I came across reminded me of trick he might try. Now it’s too late too relive those youthful Memories.