Mind Over Matter

Oh how do I stop the pain
Shall I continue to hurt again and again
Large prints of sadness in fiery red sits on the fabric of my mind
Crowding out the small good memory lines

She was about to put into words the emotions evoked in herself upon stumbling across some fond day gone by
As she asked me "have you ever had a happy childhood recall and just felt"?...
Of course I and only I really knew just why she had to check herself,
There was just none such to stimulate

I do not hate
But, did they think the had done their best
Had not parenthood thrown itself on them without a manual as to how to do the rest?
No, whatever happened to common sense, imagination, observation,natural inclination
Are love,tenderness and care confined by a price or to a place,retrievable only by selected cognition

I am at a lost
Are you, in this place too?