when i imagine

i'm someone with a very active inner child ~

once upon a time i nicknamed her toxic after reading several books by john bradshaw (i'm a psychology junkie) ~

ok, so she is mute & kinda feral, but she's mine & i wouldn't have it any other way ~

our mom died only weeks ago ~

& since i'd promised her i'd look after her decades of diaries along with my own journals, my sister's artwork, etc ~

i just received this old mural & poem of toxic's that she had saved away in her cedar chest of treasures, along with her diaries ~

back in 1975 our poem was read on the radio & we got to choose 2 friends to help create this mural to hang in the school hallway ~

i even wrote about it in the book i wrote about our childhood ~

so i thought i'd share it here today ~

as it is, in fact, lost & found ;) ~

thank you, mom

bren & toxic