Looking down that old dirt road
mem'ries fill my mind
visions of my mommas eyes
the touch of calloused hands.
I think about my childhood
carefree as the wind
lazy days of summer
and frollicking with friends.
Nights my brother Skip and I
shivered in the gloom
an ol' hound dog between us
in a cold unheated room.
The day I learned what girls were for
swept away by lust
sweet Dessie bless her soul
barely twelve became the first.
Since then I've wandered far and wide
a drifter on the run
yet in my dreams of late
I see the lights of home.
I hear a sweet voice calling
David - suppers almost on
momentary lapses
in an endless stream of time.
If the whiskey doesn't kill me
before my journey ends
I can once more see my mothers face
and watch her smile again.
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Reminds me of an old hymnal, "It's Suppertime", I'm sure you know the song. Beautiful memories and longings, and you will see your mothers face again.
Blessings,
Sassy
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I like snatching pieces of the past and writing them down. The patchwork of time is what made us who we are, a warm quilt of the layers of life.
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Almost everyone looks back on their childhoods, and I think that you've captured your memories quite nicely.
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The day I learned what girls were for
swept away by lust
sweet Dessie bless her soul
barely twelve became the first.
I'm probably reading too much into this, but it sounds like pedophilia. I mean, twelve years old. How old were you then?
That's the only part that creeps me out, the rest of it is well done -
Beautiful nostalgic read, I too look more and more on the good old days, that time of innocence and we didn't miss what we'd never heard of did we? The last stanza is especially gritty and telling.
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beautiful, I find myself looking back more each day, I guess that's what growing older is all about...let the ink flow...mary
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Hope you are just opening that chest of stuff and share the things that are not your lonely secrets (just buff them up and put them back where they belong), that was stuffed away for a long time! You are really good at what you do, David and I just bet that Dessie would vouch for that as well.
Tell Mom, when you see her, that she did a damned good job!
Old Man Bjarne
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Methinks
There are so many memories we carry with us throughout life. The pain and the glory days and only our hearts can share such wonders. A wonderful write David with great rhyme. I was there poet in your poem.
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Welcome to the age of reminiscing, my friend. It really does your heart, and mine, a power of good to remember from whence we came. Nostalgia is not life threatening. An excellent poem sir.
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A mother's smile, one of the true treasures in life. I love your nostalgic poem, full of the sweetness of home when it's supper time, cold too in that unheated room shared with a brother and a dog. A boy discovering girls..hopefully realizing later that they were useful in many other ways...lol.
I enjoyed your "Lights of Home" it makes me glow in remembrance too. Keep them coming, this one is great.
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