by Brandon Elliott

Created on: March 07, 2009

A Letter to my Childhood

Dear, baby Brandon,
where have you gone?
It seems as though you're an empty memory,
nothing but hazy clouds to look upon.

My crib is busted in pieces,
much like the innocence that came with it.
Favorite blankets, stuffed animals, and toys-
scorched by the flame you so hastily lit.

Dear, growing Brandon,
I remember the day I was filled with such joy
just happy to play in the creek down below,

getting dirty and enjoying my life as a little boy.

Sliding down the snow consumed hills,
cold, but warm all over.
Your hobbies were broad, blind, undoubted.
In the front yard, you searched for a four leaf clover.

Dear, teenage Brandon,
where did all the fun go?
Your heart disappeared, your mind went blank,
time seemed to pass so slow.

What happened to comfort?
It went out the window, and got trampled by oncoming cars.
Along with your life, your image was shattered,
but still you knew you would go far.

Dear, changing Brandon,
I know you can pull through,
your life is so full hope,
trying your best is all you can do.

These memories will not leave you,
of love, hope, hell, and blooming flowers.
Keep your head up, and everything will work out.
Now "close the refrigerator door before the milk sours".

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