- my history
About Metamorphosis
A collection of poetry
Life Forms on Mars
A short story
And if memory is gone?
Looking back all I see are questions. Who am I? What am I? Yet for all my efforts I see myself as a plant without roots apart from a few vague memories and even fewer outstanding memories of my childhood. Gone are the years of my infancy and all memories, except for one, of my early childhood up until the third grade at Guadalupe Elementary School.
I only have bits and pieces and all I can do is conjecture. I only wish that my parents had kept a journal on my infancy that I could read when I was old enough or when I cared enough to be interested. These are the most important years of a person's life. Yet to me, they are the lost years of my life.
Additional pages with images will follow.
May 19, 2007
© Jerry Copeland