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 
  
Me in Overalls031
 
For Poetics dVerse brought to us by Manicddaily, a/k/a, Karin Gustafson – The prompt for the day: some variation of “I remember”.  
 
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55 thoughts on “Where did you go?

  1. 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 🙂

    • 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

    • 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

  2. 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 🙂

    • 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 🙂

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. 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

      • 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.
        x

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