26 January 2013
3 This poem was set to a short film project in memory of my Mother for my Multimedia Course produced in 2002. I used it for the narration set to music and film I hope you like it. --- I entered your life, before you entered mine My memories must have been set in a shrine Snapshot reminiscence are all I recall when I was very small.
My first snapshot of me when I was very small An image criteria overseeing all I see a house and a path and a babe with no hair Pushing a dolls pram with never a care
One night you entered my life During the war on a dark blackout night We stepped of the train You held my hand tight
A babe in your arms afraid of the night Your fear of being followed filled you with dread You shouted the first name that came into you head Although no one was near it hide your fear
We all got home safely and went straight to bed.
By MD - 2002
Marymint
Memories Of You • Opuss № I