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Moments of my life replayed,
A kaleidoscope visible when brought to the light.
Tumbled into multi-hued patterns, some best suppressed,
Some inscribed before they fade,
Others savored with delight -
Lessons always for me to digest.

Once when five, at next door's place I played,
Didn't tell them I'd run away and was in flight.
Painted our dog with red shoe polish and made a mess,
My Mother's wrath I tried to evade,
By staying well out of sight.
But that venture was not a success,
She hunted me down and slapped my behind.

Two lines on the stick betrayed
I was pregnant, unprepared, in spite -
Of all precautions, who could have guessed,
The tune I had so easily played,
The mantras of single life I could recite,
Would vanish with a baby blessed.

A shake - and my memories cascade,
Re-evolving patterns I see that invite,
With mirrors, something fundamentally expressed.
A collage of my life waiting to be made,
But not complete, for with foresight,
My reflection is not a thing possessed.
My mind will not be confined.