Memory lane.
A long and winding street
with twists and turns
forgotten in time.
Holding hands,
we walk back together.
Yet I’m alone
but for the feel of your palm
“Look at her.
See the little one
dancing there
alone in her dreams?”
I see her.
Brave and fierce
and free.
Uncaged. Untainted.
“What do you feel?”
Your voice, it probes.
Who me?
Disembodied spirit?
I feel - Light,
airy, bright.
I whisper,
“I feel Orange.”
Inner child colour.
See the little one?
Orange soul glow
Spreading light? Me!
About the Creator
Rebecca Pearson
I am a coach, a nurse, a busy mum and an all round top chick. I help other busy mums become more connected parents and grow impactful lives. And in my spare time I like to write a bit. So here we go.... 😃
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