I make memories for us, in my mind
for you, so far distant, and for me, always here,
And some begin just like a movie scene,
the view dropping down from the sky,
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Depends on the god. And the person. Interesting writing, lovely poetry.
The last two stanzas are amazing, Patti. If just more often we realised we are just children If just more we realised that, we would not fear to be child-like And the childishness of adulthood would soon fad away. Your poems are a source of inspiration.