Nine, my awkward age,
grazed knees,
playing hopscotch
till grandad's shadow loomed
calling me to tea,
just one last game
my reply,
but twilight's shrouds
robbed the will to linger.
A contest entry
- Morning Quickie IV by crivanea.
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SO TENDER AND SWEET!!!!
Oh only if those simple, wonderful days of old could ever be lived again!
This truly brings my own memories, sweet and wonderful! 
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This is very good, Di! Twilight's shrouds, as you aptly put it, can feel frightening. It's almost as if the unknown scares us, even as youngsters. We still keep a lot of that as adults as well. Oh well. As long as we still stick to the will of chicken-man we'll muddle through! Seriously, this poem, to my way of thinking is very, very good. You've set the bar high for yourself. It's good to see you succeed. This is very good!
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LOVELY!!!
These simple memories are so precious to us! I know it is these everyday, simple things which come back to me now as I am older. 's
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