A Poem (35) ~ Memories

Childhood memories
in the smell of cherries
in the sound of Harry Potter
in the taste of sweets.
Sometimes
they come up again,
something
makes you remember.
Memories
a reminder of the past,
in most cases
something positive.
A glimpse
of too sweet juice
bumped knees
and stories whispered
under bed sheets.

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