by Irene Daniel
Hotcakes sizzling on the comal, Shirley Temple movies on TV
Sleeping in for my brothers and me
And then onto laborious bores,
Cleaning the yard, the house and other chores
Running errands on my bike
So Mama wouldn't need to hike
To the store for this and that
Fresh fruit, fresh meat and food for the cat
And then I would be free again
To play outside or visit a friend
Sometimes we would take the bus
to the big city, an adventure for us
A day off from the rural mundane
Sweet distance from my childhood pain
I remember all these things
For when I do, my heart sings
Of love, laughter, hope and glory
The alpha and omega of my life's story
And I will never be alone
My memory of love is my home
Copyright 2016, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.
We share a common past...this piece took my own memory back. Thank you for sharing your gift...and your memories.
ReplyDeleteI seem to have been bitten by the poetry bug lately. Everything comes out in words and form too sweet for prose. Thanks for your comment.
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