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The past never quite left behind


Flashes in past pictures.
A young girl abandoned.
In a time of war.
To wave goodbye.

The woman dropped off,
A little girl and her brother.
The little ones in tears.
Then, their mother was gone.

She is sent to her sister.
Of her brother, taken away.
“Salvation Army” it read.
Gone! Never to return.

Down the road of abandondment.
To another sister she goes to.
But even this is temporary.
Until the Convent becomes home.

Years later, love enters.
A young wife and mother.
Strong, protective and loving.
Her children her life.

A widow for more years,
Then that of marriage life.
In calm and raging waters.
She walked strong.

Yet, one fear remained.
Abandonment! Unwanted.
Seeking reassurance always.
The past never quite left behind.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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