As my memories caress the hint
Of Spring’s sweet young breeze
I go in search of innocence
And where I began.
Auburn ringlets, sway
Carrying an eager tone of giggles
Found in fairytales of peace and virtue.
As I push my legs forward,
I daydream. Nothing has changed.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
It’s wonderful to connect to the child that lives deep within us.
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Yes, and I’ve found it can be a lovely way to heal. Thanks for commenting, Michelle. ♡
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A swing is an iconic symbol of innocense isn’t it. Good memory.
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I believe you’re right and thankful you agree, Jacqui. Good to see you here. ♡
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Always something special about the age of innocence, and it never really leaves ~ it sits in the back of our minds coming out when we daydream. Nice to see you back writing again on WP, cheers to a great spring ahead.
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Yes, Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire, and it’s lovely having you here to reassure me. Daydreaming: the art of innocence, maybe…everything you touch becomes obtainable, doesn’t it? Giggle. Wonderful to have you hear with me. You’ve been missed, Randall.
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I can see the swing and the little girl with auburn ringlets. Keep her always. beautiful.
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Thank you, Johnny ♡ Tears
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Touching. *sniff* Ahem..I have allergies you see.
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Such a softy *sniff*
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🙂 I know Right?
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Perfect!
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🙂
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In memories, nothing. In life, everything. 🙂
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Eric, you’re correct. Hazel eyes straight ahead, I assure you. 🙂
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It’s important to hold on to such things, I’m thinking. Loved this one.
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Good. I’m holding tight. Flexes muscles. Thank you, Duketh. Why do you suppose?
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I don’t know. Maybe ’cause innocence (and memories) are more important than we really give them credit for. I mean, really more important.
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Agreed. Memories shape our future in ways, I think. For example, positive memories encourage a certain path to continue which hopefully creates positive memories for generations to come.
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It’s so important to retain the ability to have those feelings Audrey. Nicely done
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I am thankful you agree. Thanks for sitting with me on this one, Dan.
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A perfect marriage between words and photo Audrey. I bet you actually swung on the swing and had this experience that inspired this work.
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I did swing, my friend. My longing to find this swing inspired the poem. Either way, all is right with my soul. 🙂
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🙂
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sweet fresh, innocently
beginning anew,
which looks a lot the same
but has spun around
the universe millions of miles 🙂
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Traveling or spinning
Strong roots, whisper
We’ll go again
And survive 🙂
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This image fits your thoughts perfectly! and this line in particular “…giggles found in fairy tales of peace and virtue…” sparks the imagination of a small blonde w/ ringlets as well 🙂
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Thanks, West! I kinda love that line too. Yay! Happy I could inspire… ♡
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Love it 🙂 The Child Remains, giggling exuberantly….nothing wrong with that at all! 🙂
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I agree, exuberantly…would have made this poem all the better. 😉 Love you, Girl 🙂
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Luvs Ya Back Redheaded sister…in Verse 😉
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You know, Audrey, there’s magic in a swing. It’s practically universal in its symbolism of childhood and innocence, and nothing can transport our minds or quiet our emotions like the peaceful back-and-forth of swinging. Well done!
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Oh Debbie, I sure hope so. I could use a little “magic” in my life again. Thank you!
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So very glad to know the little red headed girl maintains the essence of her childhood, Audrey. All its spirit and hope.
Great shot of the swing.
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I’ve allowed myself to come home, Shari. My roots needed tending…feels right. And the scariest thing I’ve ever done was letting go. After 18 years, I let go.
Thank you!♡
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Like flying off a swing and trusting that you’ll land on your feet. No proof, just faith that you will.
Hope you are OK where you landed.
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It’s a crazy good feeling, yet, scary as hell every day. Faith is all I have and moving forward is slow and steady.
I’m much better than ok. Breathing again.
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Better than good.
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Yes, better than good. ♡
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I’ve been thinking that think.
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Have you..? Shy smile. Wonderful ♡
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