at the home

at the home

 

 

the older the clutter

the younger the mind extrapolates

cordial responses

to disengage

understanding

with infant logic

and tragic smiles.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/27/2020

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Childhood memories, never leave me either. I am often wandering down the corridors to find my mum and dad and siblings. I am more than happy to visit. I hope I never lose that part of my memory. Poignant piece Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris.
j.

[Robert Trakofler]

my mind is always was always and shall always be a muddle LOL I was born with a cracked brain and I will die with one and I wouldn't trade it for the world even if i forget to wear matching socks or where i left my keys or my birthday (I do that)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as long as your socks are the same thickness, they match.
Thank you, brother bunny.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Our minds are cluttered as we age, but somehow the memories of our early childhoods are still there...still powerful. Remembering can bring tears, but also smiles. I liked this. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much Lydi...for understanding it, and me.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Like that word extrapolates! The older we get, the more we reflect on the inner child we once were. No one ever prepares you for old age lol. As we get older the mind is no more an attic of childhood memories, youth and what we were once. A brilliant write again J. So polished and crisp!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, andrew...I reflect a lot on that inner child.
j.