Reflections

 

 

                         Miss Marian  first grade

                         cuts colored paper  in pretty shapes

                         the little wax doll  stuffing gone

                         lies somewhere  in childhood's attic

                         becomes a corpse  along the curb

                         of a street in Bastogne

                         sleep invokes distorted memory

                         on the edge

                         a nightmare  recurring

 

 

                         Childhood is  but yesterday

                         clear and concise

                         the middle years are memories mingled

                         dappled sunshine  filtered shade

                         depending where you stand

 

 

 

                                                        Jack Mashman

                                                        Rev. 1994