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.
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
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 !
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
September 27, 2014 at 7:02 pm
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!
September 27, 2014 at 7:15 pm
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?
September 30, 2014 at 10:40 am
BEAUTIFUL REMEMBERANCES. it was a pleasure to read your poem.
September 30, 2014 at 10:41 am
I am sending you my contribution today soooon !
October 6, 2014 at 3:19 am
That would be sooooo cool! I look forward to your contribution. I LOVE memory lane! :0)
October 8, 2014 at 6:17 pm
Her is my contribution.
http://soulnspiritblog.com/2014/10/08/i-remember/ I hope you enjoy walking the memory lane.
October 6, 2014 at 2:08 am
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! 🙂
October 6, 2014 at 4:14 am
Thanks for sharing your sweet memories! Your soda sounds just like mine. We should add your thoughts on our collaboration. What do you think?
October 6, 2014 at 4:17 am
Oh that would be an absolute honour! Thank you 🙂
October 6, 2014 at 6:17 am
I was thinking since you are such a beautiful poet, you might want to weave several I remember phrases together. It’s so wonderful to hear memories from all over the world! Don’t forget the soda.it’s delightful!
October 6, 2014 at 2:06 pm
Thank you so much for your lovely compliment! 🙂 I love the idea – and will get down to it right away!
October 13, 2014 at 4:49 am
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!
October 13, 2014 at 7:42 am
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
October 13, 2014 at 6:11 pm
Thank you for being so kind Marie – Namaste to you too! 🙂 Have a lovely week!