Our "Deathly Hallows"

TOur "Deathly Hallows"

Child in time's cradle
That time past
I hold to myself
A sweet mindshot
One of my "deathly Hallows"
Etched forever in the dim recess of memory.
What is  memory?
It is our most memorable storeworthy loves.
That hands us our Excalibur
Our elder wand protector
Against this muddled world.
Armed with love' s talisman
Our own private lightning scars
We are all indeed lords
Of our own rings.
So rock the cradle back
Warp through time
Swing softly sweet chariot
Piercing lost timelines
My loving ailing mother
Tirelessly striving
To create excellence in the kitchen while lending
an ear with an enthused air
To her girl of  eleven
Reciting her poem
With a timid grandiose
air.
Breaking up for air and admiration
Hoping to avoid that amused grown up condescension
O dimness
Of long ago kitchen
And age old young mother
And
never returning little
Girl
O brilliance
Of faded memory scrap
O stubby grubby singular
Snapshot of the brain
O time capsule
That encapsulates all captures
The hallowed rapture
Of mother's loving pride..
The tender gratitude of a forming heart..
And a long ago poem
Now almost forgot.

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