Poem -
In the Beginning we were Children
Curtis, remember the days
when we were alive
back in the beginning
you me and Susan
playing on the land of the sun
bare feet
inhaling the scent
of burning wood and stewing chicken
walking home from school
no time for thinking about anything heavy
and I remember
Rachel busy in the gallery
looking up smiling,
granny standing in the yard
waiting for you to climb up that tree
and pick some ripe mangoes
before they fell to the ground.
then we became old boring farts
with no lives,
feeding our narcissism
set in our ways
obsessing about the past
barely alive
stuck in neutral
living in slow motion
spending all day, frozen
like people in a wax museum
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I like ........ y does childhood end? ...lol
Evrod, I need some Caribs, lol....good to hear from you, I felt a little nostalgic and honestly I forgot I posted this one, glad you like but I had to edit it down a bit, too many street names that nobody can possibly relate to, unless they spent their childhood in Morvant, Trinidad lol....stay well, hey coming to England next month, hope to give you a ding....cheers
hey Cherie, thanks for lovely comment, poem is real collection of random memories from my childhood, all names are real as well, half the people mentioned have been dead for decades, but like you said memories never really die and serve us well.... give yourself some time sis. but you will be fine, you're a strong and fearless woman; a female 'Wolverine' lol....everybody eventually gets hit, the strong will get up and take swings.....and that is better than staying frozen like people in a wax museum; life goes on, eventually....cheers
I Love this C!!.........your mind is a beautiful place to hang out for a few..........way cool imagery here.........felt like I had a visit to Curtisville!!...........well done Mamma Jamma!!..........smiles.........T xo
hey T, how are things? glad you liked man, this one is based on a collection of childhood memories, every name used is a real name, my cousin's name is Curtis...I guess I was in the mood to look back and remember me auntie and granny, both dead for decades....memories last a long time....appreciate the feedback my friend, but mostly I just wrote this one to remember them for a few hours....cheers