Where Am I From? Comments

I am from the cedar chest full of pictures taken so long ago. They never fade, just like a fond memory. very fine and painful cogitations of the past, , , , , , , , , of all that a child would desire and then lost and did not have...... now sitting and thinking about the past... such people with such experiences become poets and writers....... writing has a catharsic effect..... write, write, write until you become really happy and present to the world a new hopeful future in real faith in God.......... thank you dear poetess.. tony

This sounds as though it is the beginning of a happy ending. Beautiful poem.