Where did you fly,

child’s memories shy,

like birds flying high,

across horizon of the sky,

across the continents, why?

Did you find your nest,

child’s memories quest,

deep in the forest green,

deep in the rivers clean,

deep in the sea rolling,

deep in the soul consoling,

where are you hiding ?

I thought, I found you,

hidden in the grass,

mixed with petals of flowers,

with leaves forming green towers,

surrounding me with your powers.

My childhood memories,

hidden deep treasures,

I welcome you now,

in the dawn of the new day,

ready to surrender and obey,

power of my memory.

Tatjana Webster, St Petersburg, October 2018