For today’s prompt, Last one, day 30!! can you believe it?!
write a “back in the day” poem.
You might also call this a “good old days” poem or a “bad old days” poem.
This song rings with scenes from my 'back in the day':)
Through haze of days and willow-treed whisper
Silence plays childhood’s sentimental tune
Eighth notes kerplop, hands grab for the glister
Of apple-shaped gold on a hot afternoon
Summer-kissed darlings all arms, legs and whim
Dash where the hour entwines starry sighs
Drawing with nothing but bud to leaf limb
Dream-blind beginners from youth’s paradise
Mother calls ‘supper’ and we have each other
And don’t even know about loneliness
Five sons, five daughters, father and mother
A ‘Cheaper by the Dozen’ happiness
Want, like a match kindles eyes full of fire
Bellies burn but food cannot satisfy
Life, like a ladder lures each to climb higher
One by one, leaving extra pieces of pie
…and a wide wake of July mornings sparkling
Like glossy cherries on time’s farthest branch
Innocence strewn to the dust in a garden
Planted with echoes where once bare feet danced
© Janet Martin
What a lovely childhood poem, Janet. I can feel the wonder and sparkle. Cheaper by the dozen, wow, that's a big family. You would always have someone to play with.
ReplyDeletethank-you for you kind words, Brenda:) yes, there was always lots of playmates, helpers, and someone to have a good old fashioned spat with! We were blessed with amazing parents.
Deletep.s. and today the blessing of siblings who have become friends. My brother had a work accident this summer and in hard times esp. a big family is a gift!
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