Childhood Memories

In the beginning, I had a difficult time finding something to represent how I felt about my childhood. There was no movie, or book that could explain anything that I went through. I rambled across a book of old poems a friend and I wrote a long time ago.
There was one in particular that rekindled an old memory. It’s called “The Traveler” by Shannon Graham.

The Traveler
A traveler set out on a journey to find her one and only love.
The traveler searched far, and her quest carried her to distant lands.
She traveled for what seemed to be a thousand lifetimes.
She grew old and tired for she could travel no further.
She fell upon her knees, with her face to the sky and cried, Why?
Why isn’t there anyone for me?
She lay in her snowy path and departed from this earth, where her body once had layed a single violet emerged from the ground.
There after a handsome young drifter walked along this same path, the traveler once had walked.
Seeing the violet, he knelt down to picked it up.
At that very moment he felt all the pain and suffering the traveler had endured.
He felt all the loneliness during her life long quest.
Most importantly he felt the love she had dedicated to her search. Feeling this overwhelming emotion he cries. For the travelers search was not in vain because it had been delivered.

This poem used to make me feel desperate to find love. I use to be so naive and believe in true love and that every girl had a prince charming waiting for her, and I wanted to find mine. Now, I look at this poem and see it simply as a piece of work a friend of mine wrote many years ago. Looking back it makes me laugh and remember the good times we shared but at the same time, we still had a lot of growing up to do.