I remember childhood days
melting moments of summer haze,
days gone by of gurgling laughter
memories last ever after,
tar stained clothes and wriggling toes
clapping hands constant running nose.
Dimpled legs in the dimpled sands
two oak trees there to hold my hands,
gathering seaweed from the shore
hanging it on my bedroom door,
rubber rings and tumbling waves
old beach huts used as hidden caves.
Freckled faces far and near
though now and then they disappear,
two oak trees stand in-front of me
lead me from the turbulant sea,
lying awake at night in bed
waves still pounding in my head.
Walks in the park at early dawn
dawdling behind alone and forlorn,
stamping shouting for something new
two oak trees wonder what to do,
feeding the ducks climbing old trees
falling over and grazing knees.
Tears of pain-always tears of joy
comforted by a cuddly toy,
running my hand down a wood pole
arriving home late black as coal,
angry faces voices that hurt
trying to wipe away the dirt.
Kisses cuddles caressing arm
gentle faces sweet words of calm,
the days that never seemed to end
until the moon and sleep descend,
feeling so warm and safe once more
teddy bear nearby on the floor.
Two oak trees kissing me goodnight
door is closed and my eyes shut tight.
A contest entry
- A Moment Of Bliss by LunaAmara.
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Thank you for this entry in our contest, it was a joy to read about childhood memories and your imagery was very strong.
Please take a look at the next contest and put an entry in if you haven't already...
All the best Sue and Jeff -
I, too, have fond memories of summer play. I lived in fantasy and escape and hope my grandkids will do the same. It can be so lovely to be a child, but we all have scars. Angry arguing does distress children.
This poem has a nice flow and rhyme and has a deeper meaning as well.
Good luck. ~ Joyce
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this is really sweet and nice. it makes me smile, and i definitely felt that calm feeling at the end--
good luck
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What a wonderful walk down memory lane. What a beautiful childhood. I can't remember most of my under the age of 12 but that is because of the abuse and my mind has blocked it out. I loved reading your write, if I could remember this is how I would love too. Amazing write
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Ah Memories
Childhood memories, all those small details that seemed so unimportant then, have far more significence as we grow older and cling to our youth.
Your words stir memories for all the people who will read this poem, me included, and thanks for that.
Love and hugs
Suz
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Excellent
This is an excellent poem of memories filled with vission of your thoughts. The flow is brilliant and the discriptive message easy to see. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem with us all Brian.
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Many thanks for your uplifting comments! I feel like I'm on a roll now-watch this space!
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Soul Catcher
Many thanks for your comments really lifts me high to hear 'em. I think I'm on a roll now.....watch this space!
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