Poetry, Day Six : Screen
Poetic, toolkit : Enjambment
Looking back, I am in,
Awe, thinking,
about,
the Screen of my life.
from infant to toddler,
I have no memory,
at seven, I was,
in a new school. The scene changed,
at twelve, Dad passed
away, and I moved,
to an unknown
place, with Mom,
and siblings. It was a difficult time,
for us all, laughter became,
a thing of, the past,
Mom struggled,
to raise us.
After many, moons,
here I am,
still in Awe,
Watching the, snow
covered, houses,
Lawns, and streets,
How did I end,
up here?
My life resembles,
A moving Screen!
…….……………………… 🙂