Warm Lies & Cold Truths

In My Mind to Gain

I stand here in this memory,
The yellow of warmth,
My hand touching the tip of my childhood,
My toddler times were soft like a fluffy blanket,
Until reality had swept me away to the conflicts of the world in its battles,
Growing up that your fantasies don't exist,
My favorite blue dress I grew out of,
Makes me want to wish to be a little child again,
My dog I grew up with since he was a puppy,
I can hear the piano playing in precious ways,
A memory to its bound, with a cherished sound,
The scent of cookies being done under the white roof,
Time flies like a running train,
Memories in my brain,
In my mind to gain.