I feel the breeze
through my hair
blowing gently,
feather light
walking through
the park
pausing, I sit on a worn bench
children are playing
in the grass
and I ask
where is that
little girl, who once was me
she used to sing
on a swing
so at ease and
full of life
seems she grew up overnight
within the hands of time
She appears to have
disappeared
somewhere between
here and there
I take a trip into the past
recalling colorful snapshot in my mind
there she is
running fast
climbing trees, so carefree
braided hair
watching drifting clouds
she is dreaming of the future
from afar, she smiles and waves to me
a lovely trip down memory lane
Be nice to stay there for a while
ReplyDeleteAs bills and the 9 to 5 is vile lol
Does seem to go by quick
With one simple click
Can be little and no cares
To old and falling out hairs lol
Of course one can go from little to fat
But we won;t mention that
As age or not
All one has to do is eat a whole lot
Now I will go
Before something you throw
Pat,
DeleteYou are funny and no hair loss yet
I walked/ran two 1/2 miles today
in the park, and that was the spark
for my part in this trip
It would be grand not to pay bills
that is for sure, but off to work I go
trying not to go from little to fat
so you better leave it at that..
or something I may throw..(smiling)
Not scared at all
DeleteHere at my hall
As you'd have to have a really good arm
To reach me throwing anything and cause harm haha
Ha ha,
DeleteI just saw this tidbit
my arm is not that strong
and I would never throw
anything to harm, may
swing a word or two
within your hall but,
all in fun under your sun..
you are too funny..thanks for the smile..
This is such a touching poem. I have written a poem or two that has this 'flavor' as well. Really amazing how fast time passes, isn't it? It IS nice to touch base with that child in one as often as one can. Glad you wrote this!
ReplyDeleteMary,
DeleteThanks so much! I agree time is always traveling and sometimes it is nice to reach out to your inner child. I'll tell you a secret I still like to sit on a swing and dream as I cloud watch.
smiles...i imagine she still lives in you...interesting though you looking back and she looking forward...and where are we just being...smiles...lovely...soft pen...
ReplyDeleteBrian,
DeleteInteresting..where are we just being..Always, nice to read your reflective comments. It gives me something to ponder. Thank you!
Cool take, both of "you" communicating across time, observing each other. Yes, time moves way too fast. I haven't figured out a way to slow it down either. The best we can do is reminisce to bring the past forward, I guess.
ReplyDeleteHi,
DeleteThanks for the comment..well, if you figure out a way to slow down time please whisper me the secret..memories will always linger through time.
Beautiful connection in the last line - what was - is! Delightful poem!
ReplyDeleteGemma,
DeleteThank you so much! what was -is! I like that..
I love this trip... a trip down the memory lane. Certainly images you see can create that for you.
ReplyDeleteBjorn
DeleteThank you! It was a sweet trip for me..
There is a story of the paleontologist who found two skulls in a cave--one of a man as a young boy and one of the man, he decided. That's definitely how it feels some times! A lovely way to try to recapture. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, we are only a child for a short period of time but, we can keep the spirit of the child alive within our adult skin.
DeleteBeautiful. We all need to take that trip sometimes to revisit our younger self. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words and I agree it's nice to take that trip.
DeleteI think if we allow the child within us to die, we will cease to live.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem!
Charles,
DeleteThanks you and I agree..let us always live..
This is beautiful post ~ I specially love the ending lines, with the child smiling and waving back ~ I think its important to let that child live in us & keeping those past memories close in our hearts~
ReplyDeleteGrace,
DeleteThank you! Memories are sweet things a treasure for the beholder.
We never lose our inner child, we just learn to ignore them.
ReplyDeleteThe last line gave me a great big, jaw aching smile.
thanks for visiting and the reply...glad I could bring a smile..
DeleteYes, our memories hold many journeys. You brought that time on the swing back vividly.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting and the reply..it is appreciated.
DeleteWhat a sweet journey back to a childhood self. I love the image of the little girl waving to her adult self.
ReplyDeleteHi,
DeleteThank you!
This made me smile... Time passes so invisibly, we are there, then we are here, I love the idea of waving to our future self, as we stand there, watching our past.
ReplyDeleteHello,
DeleteThank you and I'm glad this brought a smile. As, I wrote this I felt a certain sense of the past and present connecting in a moment of time.
lovely trip down memory land
ReplyDeleteGood Afternoon,
DeleteThanks so much!
you have captured the thoughts and wonderings most of us have at some time or another, quite delightful!
ReplyDeleteShadow,
DeleteThank you for visiting my site and the reply. It is appreciated.
I wonder about the same thing more often than is probably good for me. Time's a-flying. That doesn't mean we should be crying. Just keep trying.
ReplyDeleteGood morning!
DeleteTime is always flying there is no way to halt the hourglass but, we can enjoy the moments as they gently sift through our fingers.