Thursday, July 21, 2011

Childhood Summer Memories, Part VII


 
                       Wasn’t it just yesterday
                     I rolled down the grassy hill
in your backyard like a baton
while you sat at the wrought-iron
table and clapped in delight?
I’d pop right up and gallop
back to your loving arms
then do it all over again.
Wasn’t it just yesterday
I strolled through the hills,
amazed at those rolling streets
so unlike the pancake where I lived?
Faster down than up I’d run
all the way to the concrete ditch
where I played with imaginary friends
until you called me back to your loving arms.
           Yesterday is a fingerprint in my heart and soul,
             your sweet memory lives in the words I write.



@laurie kolp



8 comments:

Daydreamertoo said...

Such lovely memories to cherish, too, captured as if by photographic memory, here.

Eva Gallant said...

Sweet memories of childhood!

Bagman and Butler said...

Very powerful rememberance. They would love it.

beccagivens said...

"Yesterday is a fingerprint in my heart and soul"

Lovely imagery to describe memories!

jabblog said...

Childhood memories are so sweet and so near.

Mary said...

Yes, wasn't it just yesterday? I feel he same way. I am so glad you are preserving your childhood memories in poetry.

Jingle Poetry said...

admirable.

Jingle Poetry said...

Greetings:

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Poems that are old but need more attention, poems related to nature and life are welcome.

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