This basement was our childhood,
And each and every day we would,
Come down and laugh,
Come down and cry.
And it was here that we learned to love and to grow.
This was our safe haven from the world,
Our own castle of dreams.
Each day would blend right in to the next,
As we endlessly played our silly games.
Though those wondrous youthful days are gone,
In our memories this basement will always belong.
For when we look back to our childhood years,
Our memories always take us here.
Every hole in the wall,
And stain in the carpet,
Shows every time we would fall,
And then learn to stand tall.
The nicks in the tables,
Are the same nicks in our hearts.
When we laughed and we cried,
Through even the now forgotten times.
This basement prepared us for the world to come.
A world not always kind.
This basement taught us so much of love,
And we will never leave it behind.
These years to come may separate us,
But our love will always be strong.
And every once in a while we must,
Come back to where we belong.
One day our own kids will come,
And mark their own little ventures,
And we will never forget to tell,
Of all of our childhood adventures.
Author notes
I printed up this poem and hung it on my basement wall. When my brother, sister, and I were little, we'd always be found in the basement, that was our play area. Our parents never came down there but to tell us to clean up, it was our own place. We'd spend every day down there, a lot of the time our toys would go untouched as we came up with our own games. We even get into arguments now as to who made which one up, really though, we came up with more ideas, and the games just grew. Now, whenever the 'remember when we' subject comes up, the setting is just about always the basement. My sister moved out now, and we're all just kind of doing our own thing. We definitly don't spend that time we used to spend together anymore, with my sister or my brother, and is some ways it's good to have your own space, but I can't help but to wish for the days that seemed to go on forever, when we hadn't a worry in the world, and we were happy. But I can see 10 years from now, everyone coming to 'grandma & grandpa's house' and the 3 of us with all of our kids, and we'll be in the basement.
A contest entry
- Best Pre-Write by GypsyEyes.
300 points, ended June 7, 2008, 13 entries
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A yearning for the past is the worst kind of pain.
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Fantastic!
A great tale of young adventures and childhood. Think you may do well in the contest. Good luck. -
Aw I really liked this. It's ally cute and it reminds me of my very similar childhood with my own siblings. Great write and good luck in the contest!
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Peer Pressure :)
This is just gorgeous; very well-written and emotive.
Keep up the great work, and best of luck in the contest!
Maria
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this is such a wonderful poem. it brings me back to my childhood when we used to play down in my grandparents basement. there was always an adventure to be found.
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This is a wonderful poem. I love the message being said here. Good luck
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i really liked the message behind this poem. great job! thank you so much for entering my contest and i wish you the best of luck! ~CarnalNineTailedFox
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Gooshawn, it is beautiful that you have those memories to cherish forever, and better yet, that you have the beautiful talent and skill to pen such an absolutly outstanding piece on it.
You will cherish those memories forever, as your family will cherish this beautiful and esquisete poem forever. I'm sure that 10 years from now, when you go back to "Grandma's and Grandpa's" house that poem will still be in that frame, and then you can call yourself phsycic!
Absolutly amazing write, from an absolutly amazing poetress.
Your Atticus forever and always,
Seth
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You are so young to be thinking back in time, you should be thinking about your future not your past. But good poem anyway
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this is beautiful.... nice flow and lovely atmosphere. this is really beautiful and spiritual piece... great work
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wow this brought back memmories, we use to play in the basement too, thank you for sharing
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Wow. This poem is so amazing! I don't understand where you get the inspiration, or talent to write like you do, but its fabulous!
It all flows together so smoothly and beautifuly, the words and describtions and suddel insights to your heart. Truley, a masterpeice.
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your are a very good writer jen!
you shuld publish a book someday!!
id buy it.
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oohhh...this is lovely!
and very insightful as well!
great write...and you were just inspired to write this from the heart?
wow!
You'll always have these memories to cherish...and share with your own children!
Look for a contest allowing prewrites to enter this jewel into!
I'm impressed!
Blessings! Tammy
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It's a beautiful thing to have such memories with your siblings; not alot of people get to have those at all.
I have a few good ones of my sisters and I playing in our rooms pretending to camp or be Roman Gods
We didn't like toys .lol.
Great write
Stay safe
~Amanda
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