
Memory’s cascade
Upon time’s silver mirror
Barely a ripple
Ego seeks recognition
Inner child reflects itself
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Memory’s cascade
Upon time’s silver mirror
Barely a ripple
Ego seeks recognition
Inner child reflects itself
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Lovely 💜
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❤
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💜
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A wonderful poem to accompany Diana Peach’s image…
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Thank you, Jaye.
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Life holds out many mirrors. There’s much to ponder in your words. (K)
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I wonder how often we choose the mirror, hoping for the ‘right’ reflection?
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Probably more often than we should.
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Probably…
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A wonderful “reflection”, Sue. Beautifully told.
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“Inner child seeks recognition”
That is definitely me. This poem speaks.
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We all have that child within… and sometimes forgotten.
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