Tiny hunks of speckled white,
loosened by the ages,
captured moments
tightly ziplocked
in a nickel bag.
Bits of life
that were expelled,
but each one gently saved,
because thier precious shapes
remind me of those many times,
when innocence was tumbled free,
and smiles grew much more beutiful,
They are just the abscence
of the smaller parts
of being small.
Time moves on but
these remain,
clattering like the
pitter-pattering of tiny feet
Keepsakes in my briefcase
that so often make me grin.
In a list
A contest entry
- what's in your bag? by misselaineous.
525 points, ended February 6, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very nice! I like the line 'Time moves on but
these remain,
clattering like the
pitter-pattering of tiny feet'. Awww... reminds me that my little one will grow up so fast!
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spellchecker: beautiful
i like the way you captured children/childhood memories - i am assuming special photographs? i have enjoyed this contest because the guessing has been such fun. This poem is one that has me hooked and intrigued and you have used lovely images to enhance your words
thanks for entering
elaine
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love the tender reminancing, delightful to the senses
I keep looking for my favorite image or stanza, I love it all
this sells the innocence for me....
clattering like the
pitter-pattering of tiny feet
good luck in this contest
Michelle
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Awww... so 'specially sweet!
An adorable poem and I agree that there's no limit to what you keep from childhood that is precious!
Sweet thinking, here, fine poet! 
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