A fragrance of wildflowers traveled to my nose and into that place in the brain where scent and memories coagulate side by side And I saw the image of a young girl running through a field of daisies Was it me or the opening of Little House on the Prairie? I faintly remember this scene as I have imagined it before But I do not know what is real or fiction Or is it a layering of both I know my mother wore a dress stitched with blossoms when I was in the womb And I know there was a vacant lot across from my early childhood home where flowers grew But the girl in the field so carefree happily joyously running Who was she? Was it me or the opening of Little House on the Prairie? Illusory verity layering.
Was it Me?
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2 responses to “Was it Me?”
Lovely poem, Jenifer. Brought back memories from my own childhood – was it me, or really Dennis the Menace?
Thank you Mike. I remember watching Dennis the Menace, too. Reruns… : )