Childhood memories
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Posted by: Ronswords
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Creator Notes
This write really carried an incredible amount of emotion
This is one of the most emotional and beautiful writes I have read on this site
You really made me feel as if the car was yiur grandfather and you showed me how memories last and how one only needs to look back at those memories to create a new life for the one who has passed on
Once Again Extremely beautiful work
God Bless
Ron
Rust Never Looked so Good
A remembrance in the form of resting on four wheels,
So that it may run throughout my mind,
As the rain beats down upon it,
Rusting over its cautions,
While it remains in tow- standing still,
Motionless it stands,
As if it wants to warn us,
Of the streets that surround us,
Silently it waits,
Uncomplaining of the weeds that grow in its heart,
With the stickers that falter with age,
I’ll never let go of this truck,
While I sit behind its wheel,
Dreaming of the days I once spent,
In the seat right next to me,
A passenger is what I was,
On a trip to the market,
And when this truck failed us,
It was the first thing to greet us as we walked home,
It’s so outdated,
But it’s so original,
It’s so old,
And the rust tells me of its adventures,
It’s dying,
Since it’s so broken down,
It’s sad,
Because it still reminds me of you.
Self Critique
Abstract
Please write about your childhood memories and how they have impacted your life today
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