Relics of Our Younger Days

Sparky the Pound Puppy

We keep them
Close or far away
Some in the open
Others packed and stored
And a few that pass along
Held by newer hands
The remnants of our past
Catalysts
For old memories
That get fainter by the year

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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15 Responses to Relics of Our Younger Days

  1. So true, Charles. A beautiful poem.

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  2. Everyone should have something like that.

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  3. Darlene says:

    My daughter used to have a pound puppy that looked like that. So cute. A great poem to go with it. I recently found my dear old teddy. He has seen better days but he is pretty old. Still love him though.

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  4. L. Marie says:

    Man that brings back memories! You expressed the nostalgia so well!
    I still have a stuffed tiger I bought when I was 11 years old. 😀

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  5. Jennie says:

    You said it well, Charles. Lovely poem.

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