Visitations of Memory

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Visitations of Memory

Where are you little boy? Did you find a playing field where an Imaginary friend speaks to your imagination? I’m 68 years old and I find you peeping into my memory. Old didn’t know a greater joy! What little adventure awaits us? Can you see me as I see you?
Oh little Alley, little boy, so young, so pure of thought, I wanna say hello! You be with me my little friend, be with me to our end!

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Sami!

Your sweetness and intelligence honor me!

Regards,
Al

[Sami Khalil]

This is sad and touching. But I see the true friendship relationship and fatherly figure in it all.
Don't worry. You are leaving a good legacy for your friends on this site.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Panda Peaceful!

Are you a sleepy head? Several years ago my imaginary friend became Poke. God, Poke and I have a story.......if you want something longer.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank You Lydia!

I live a little boy through my dog Jackson. This is the boy I always wanted to bebut never experienced as a child.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank You 567554!

The older I get the further back I go.

Regards,
Al

[PandaPeaceful]

Such a beautifully sad story. Short yet, incredibly well written. Well done!

[Lydia Shutter]

A touching write filled with melancholy and memory. We all remember ourselves as children....we remember the hope, the energy, the anticipation. Where has it all gone? Would we really want to go back though? Not sure about that. Heartfelt words, Al. Lydi**

[567554]

This is a nice little poem, is it for Christmas!