Where did you go?
Childhood did I lose you somewhere along the way moments that simply vanished events I can’t recall I remember curly blonde hair pen marked forehead ~ I called you Irene like my mum pink lace dress, plastic clicking eyes wrought iron fireplace briquettes wood piled high watching as the magic circling smoke wafted up the chimney bricks cushions stacked a castle made; sheets from beds my little place – with plastic tea-cups filled with water, my dolls my guests inside and parents not allowed backyard play and fences climbed till t i m b e r over I go head first concrete never soft – sore head – painful head cries to mum, I lived to tell the tale being minded playing marbles hmm the large one is soooo pretty GUlp fingers down the back of throat this I remember well shuttlecock soaring into the air laughter family brothers playing dad in knee high socks holidays with rain in tents strumming a guitar on fallen gum tree; vacant paddock calling out as center stage, not so in tune voices with my besty from next door there are photographs to remind me ~ not many but a few this is only how I remember how I’ll remember you For Poetics dVerse brought to us by Manicddaily, a/k/a, Karin Gustafson – The prompt for the day: some variation of “I remember”. ******** LIPTEMBER MONTH OF SEPTEMBER – Shaun from http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com has kindly and generously written a blog for Liptember to help Kayla raise funds for the fight against Mental Illness. He has donated recently, as have a few of my readers. Please read and if you can donate (for those that haven’t already) we would be most grateful. Thank You! We are in the process of getting a Pay Pal address for those who have had difficulty donating.
Nostalgic and lovely… beautiful verses and such a cute photograph!
thank you HA for both compliments 🙂
smiles…some lovely memories… my daughter once stuffed a marble up her nose…oy…we removed it with a car key.. i once swallowed a set of matchbox car tires – ha – and my daughter ate rainworms while i worked in the garden – they’re not poisonous though….smiles
you made me laugh Claudia – some of the idiotic things we do as children, matchbox car tires you say! thank you for reading and sharing your memories 🙂
This is lovely RM, you remember the pain as well as the joy.
What a cute child you were, full of cheek I am sure.
Thank you kindly Summer..yes to this day I still remember landing head first on the neighbours concrete path – wouldn’t brush my hair for days. Aww thank you – yes I think I was …haven’t really changed in that department 😉
Oh course not, silly girl for even thinking such a thought
Oh this is lovely, and the photo’s gorgeous too. Doll’s teaparties, castles mde from cushions – those were the days! 🙂
Thank you darling – there was memory I had but I am WAY too embarrassed to write about it and something I will forever feel guilty for doing..these were moments that keep with me forever (hopefully) aww about my photo xxx
So true. I loved the way you effortlessly carried me through. Nice surprise at the end via your cute self
*blush* thank you sweety I am glad you liked.x
It is true how much we forget. But it comes back.. Bits and pieces. Right ? After all it is who we are 🙂
Yes I try so hard to think of events, and wonder if I am the only one who can’t remember back that far, but it is who we are..bits and pieces – you are right 🙂
So beautiful, Mumsy! What a cute adorable photo. Hope you had a great weekend. Hugs Paula xxxx
thank you honey – I don’t think I would have liked the overalls back then 🙂 It was nice thank you – I hope you did too xx
smiles….some cool memories…there are times i wonder how we survived childhood…i had a ‘spear’ go through one leg, and have an 18 inch scar down another from adventures out in the ‘world’ around us in childhood….and the friends we shared it with…def rich memories there…smiles.
Thanks Brian – I know the things we got up too, when I swallowed that marble (the large ones) …. I don’t know how I didn’t choke to death…err a spear? that’s taking cowboys and indians a little too far isn’t it 🙂
What a cute picture… memories from childhood can be both good and bad.. and cray things you did… I was to shy and careful as a child to ever have any scars of significance…
*smiles* thanks BR – you got out of it lightly then it seems 😉
I agree, cute picture ~ I enjoyed taking the journey back with you, those were some carefree days ~ It made me nostalgic for my own growing up years too ~
Thank you Grace – I was unsure whether to put it up or not, the snippets that we carry with us hopefully will never fade even as we grow in years. Thanks for reading and commenting.
This is wonderful… fun times and accidents (you swallowed a marble?)… I especially like the doll.
Thank you Laurie for visiting and commenting. Err yes I cannot lie, it lodged in my throat and my minder at the time had her fingers down to get it out, of course now a days they wouldn’t do that. Thank you for liking the doll – I still have her too 🙂
First of all, what a cute kid you were! Secondly I really enjoyed your childhood rememberings. And yes, where did all that time go? Life goes so fast when a person looks back. Like you, I wish I remembered more
Hello Mary – thank you how sweet of you to say so. I am glad you enjoyed and yes life passes far too quickly and it’s a pity we don’t remember the times in our life when we didn’t have ‘responsibilities’. Appreciate you reading.
This has a wonderful stream of consciousness feel–with vivid particular events told in wonderful bright scraps – you were an incredibly cute child. All the details here quite wonderful – dad in knee socks my favorite. Good luck with raising needed funds. K.
K – thank you so much. I am thrilled to have writers such as yourself and those that are in the Poets Pub support me and give such kindness. *smile* at the cute child – I think I look like a boy (but I think that’s how mum dressed me at times). Thank you also – I hope we are able to raise some – very kind of you.
Some lovely memories here and well, once a mother always a mother! smiles
Thank you so much for reading and your kind comment Akila 🙂
Too use the line from The Incredibles …. “That was totally wicked!”
*smiles* thank you Alastair!
My head hurt when I read about the concrete. I did that a few times, too. And the visual of dad in knee high socks–Precious!
Thank you so much J for reading and commenting. You did this too? Here I was thinking I was special 🙂 Yes dad’s beige knee highs..still wears them even now! 🙂
I’m going to assume this is you pondering where “you” went – the child inside us — but this could also be about a sibling – one that is estranged, passed on, or become mentally ill… Love all the memories.
It amazes me how the reader looks inside the writers words, you assumed correctly Margaret it was I, thank you for reading and your comment appreciated.
Great set of recollections, like a stack of photos, each one with a story. Very nicely done.
Thank you Shanyns – hadn’t seen the stack of photos – but do now 🙂
This one definitely made me nostalgic for youth and innocence.
I think we all have that from time to time, especially as we grow older – thanks hun for reading.
Love this! I always find it interesting what we remember from our childhoods! How could you forget swallowing a marble and having hands stuck down your throat plus I’m sure your parents brought the story up often! It’s also funny that you remember your dad’s knee high socks! I love the picture…you were a doll!
I only wish I could remember more…the again not so much with marbles 🙂 thanks sweety – yep and dad still wears ’em 😉 xx
I remember my childhood in fractured pieces. Some good, some not so much. But i still wish i could go back in time.
I think many of us would, to capture the good pieces and try to change the not so good. Thank you reading lovely. x
Always a pleasure to get a peek of your mind x
such a sweet thing to say – I guess we always wonder who is behind the words x
The beauty of childhood . . . the good and the bad.
Thank you for reading Kathryn.
I loved this. I related well…
Good and Bad moments..
Thank you BH – yes we all have had our fair share haven’t we. x
Yeah, we all have a story of pain to share or tell or sadly in some cases keep in and allow it destroy them. Reason blogging, I like, we can offload. We learn as we get older that what is important is who we have, what we have is what we need, a roof and food, anything above that, I don’t care . We need to feel blessed at times (Not all of us) as we can sit at a pc/laptop and talk about it. How many can’t?
That is the sad part.. x
So right, we are fortunate indeed to have the material pleasures in life that can also help us get through the days and nights. A roof, food, family and friends are paramount. Some have nothing or no one to tell their troubles too and that my friend is sad. We are blessed.
AW! I love the picture! And the poem made me think of my childhood memories, especially the timber part! I did a lot of that!
aww shucks ta, timber bits were never my favourite 🙂 thanks for reading sweet. xx