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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!

POETRY COLLABORATION – I Remember…

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What a beautiful treasure trunk of memories created here.  Please feel free to add your memories to the comment section.  Our memories are too precious to forget!  Our latest contributions has pictures!  Don’t forget to click the links back to the poets.  They have AMAZING blogs for voracious reading!

I remember strapping on metal roller skates and racing down the driveway.
I remember Big Red and Pop Rocks and chicken bone candy and Now or Laters being the big rage.
I remember Firemen picnics mixing all the flavors into a horrid concoction but loving it anyway because we seldom got to drink soda and we’d get sick.
I remember driving “go-carts” my daddy made in the store parking lots because stores were closed on Sundays.
I remember….

Hands held over the years,
Sometimes the distance stretched. . .
Other times, the ties held strong.
His strength carried her through,
Her conscience flowed through his mind.
I remember when I was a child~
How looking at their hands held tight,
Gave me hope, warmth and courage.
(To become the woman I am today.)

I remember our stickball streets,
shooting marbles, double-dutch feats..
Old truck tires that became swings,
playground races on monkey rings.

Water balloons we threw for fun,
on warm summer days in the sun.
Lemonade stands, penny candy,
Bazooka gum, always handy.

Raking leaves up into a pile,
to dive headlong as we all smiled.
Climbing into colorful trees,
an iron-n patch on my jean’s knees.

Blizzard snows that closed all the schools,
eating icicles, the eaves jewels.
Out all day until toes were numb,
sipping pretend Hot Buttered Rum.

I recall all seasons of life,
loves and losses, darkness and light.
Investments in who I’ve become,
reminders of life’s battles won.

I remember each song like it was a day,
Music to fit the moments
Happy or bittersweet
And they way the earth smelled with each thought
Of those days.
I remember I stood behind the house,
Summer smells filling my nose,
Warm summer air beating down on me,
In the distance the fire sirens calling
Lunch time, lunch time.
Skies so blue going on forever,
The sounds of cicadas covered the air with their droning lullaby
Fighting it with the sirens,
I was alone and six,
I looked back to see you smiling at me
As you stood watching in the kitchen window.
You came out shortly after,
Holding out your hand as if to say come
Let’s go together
Walking through grasses high
I remember that day
For it was the day
The earth sang to us
And I’ve not known a day of such perfection
Since.
I remember and smile.

Walking down the memory lane

Heard a knock at the past life gate

From a bouquet of memories I have to pick one

There were testing times, life was never only fun

Met with challenges, overcame, shone bright as sun

Sleeting to be broken, dig deeper to find disturbing ones

Let those buried there, I will only talk about the happy ones

 

Well, here comes the most memorable moment of my life

A moment of pride, the ultimate bliss of wife

When my eldest son arrived in the world

So accomplished, blessed, complete I felt

Excitement at peak, wishes were being pelt

All my worries, anxiety and the pain melt

 

Oh, It was  25th Dec. holy  Christmas day,

A chubby, cute JESUS was born, healthy and gay

Doctors, nurses, patients, care takers

Along with relatives, friends and sisters

All came one by one to bless the newly born

“Little JESUS has arrived on Christmas !” they said

Celebrations started bang on !

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My husband was thrilled, looked never so happy

trying to hold, touch and feel his precious baby

My mom in law glowing, talking and sharing her observations

Nose like mother, lips like father, while she checked body formations

My parents dancing, distributing sweets, mailing friends out of station

Lying on the bed relaxed, silently I watched them

Jubilant as well as cautious, I held my little gem

Tears rolled down from my eyes, on the cheeks

I was a mother now, a responsible person to speak

Yes ! It is a blessing from God, to give birth to a life

I remember the journey of being a mother from a wife

So good,  full of love, so rewarding and  away from strife.

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Well my friends, you’ve asked, and here it is.  Our next Poem Collaboration will be:   I REMEMBER

What I love about this open ended topic is that we can write endlessly from any point of our lives.  I can write a stream of consciousness without stopping, any memory that comes to me or focus on a specific age.   No rules!

So here’s how to participate:.   Just as before, you can add your contribution in the comment section of this poem,  & I will place them in the order they come as soon as I possibly can. I will put your name (contributor)  at the end of the piece in the same color as your contribution and the names will be in the same order as well.   In a week, I will post the collaboration as a whole.  (But we can always keep adding on!)  Happy writing! ~ Marie

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Author: writingwingsforyou

Words are powerful and hold the keys to bring healing, play and joy, making life extrordinary. Words can also shift the world into a better place. I am a writer; a storyteller and a relatioship coach; buidling better relationships from the inside out so we can have more joy, communication and love in our lives. Let's explore! Let's create! . ~ Love, Marie Lukasik Wallace

14 thoughts on “POETRY COLLABORATION – I Remember…

  1. Such a sweet selection of treats! I like the way the pops were mixed together, I liked Big Red best! When we used to go to Dairy Queen, we called it ‘suicide’ when all the flavors were poured over the top of the Mister Misty drinks (like icee’s. . .) I enjoyed hot buttered rum, only as an adult, heard of stickball games in the streets, from my Dad and enjoyed playing all sorts of games that included, “Kick the Can!” You have done a fun walk here, down memory lane!

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    • I love it too when people share…it is like a “sweet selection of treats!” And yes, we called them “suicides” as well… You reminded me of other wonderful memories too…especially Dairy Queen. I got to work there every day and take the leftover ice cream home! Thanks for adding to our memories. I could add your words to our poem for more delights….what do you think?

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    • BEAUTIFUL REMEMBERANCES. it was a pleasure to read your poem.

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  2. I am sending you my contribution today soooon !

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  3. What a lovely weave of memories! Reminded me for some reason of fizzy-coca cola glass bottles and an orange juice called ‘Tree-tops’ that I had a child in Kenya! 🙂

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  4. Dear Marie, I got so caught up with work, I wasn’t able to write up a poem to add to this wonderful collection – I am so sorry about that! Would it be ok, if I added something next week or would that be too late? Once again, my apologies!

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    • No apologies necessary. These days we are all so very very busy….please take your time and post it anytime you’d like. I might be a little slow getting it up myself because this is a very busy week.

      I look forward to hearing what you come up with! Have a most blessed week. :0) Namaste. Marie

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  5. Thank you for being so kind Marie – Namaste to you too! 🙂 Have a lovely week!

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