Impressions of Memory

A Poem By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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Memories echo in these halls

Seeming voices from the walls

In the ticking of the old clock

Speaking, whispering of times forgot

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Remembered reflections, from the glass case

Or painted in the mirror on the wall

The memory of little children at play

Of little voices playful call

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My hand caresses a wooden frame

And I stare into eyes very like unto mine

In truth, I and this child are one and the same

But separated by time

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I wish I knew the incantation

The words that link present and past

So I could pass through into the vision

And become a child again, at last

~Joy Aletheia Stevens

Photo Credit: Why Six Was So Afraid by Willis (CC BY 2.0)