I was just inspired to repost this as a result of a conversation with my cousin Ron. Maybe it’s just a yearning for my childhood days–when life was carefree. I hope you enjoy!
I remember telling my cousin Ron about several memories that I had which seemed to lack any clear context–yet they continued to float around in my mind.
He chuckled and said, “I have those too, I call them ‘cryptic memories’.”
This post contains several ‘cryptic memories’ that may or may not have happened on the same day–though I presented them as if they did.
And, since I’m a music lover, each memory (event) is closely tied to a song from my early childhood years.
I hope you enjoy this quick exercise in dreamy quasi-stream of consciousness.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Bus driver, please look for me
‘Cause I couldn’t bear to see what I might see
I’m really still in prison and my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon’s what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please…
Tie a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree…”
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