Maybe me, Sis, and Brother will goTo the creek and spend a day
Chasing after crawdads, or on
The pondbank's slippery clay.
They say I can't go home again
But maybe "they" don't know
If I close my eyes and drift
Just where my memories let me go.
Sister Aday
1991
I'm very fond of the odd poem or two, I have a collection I keep for my pictures now.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this one.
I had to call back and say I big thank you.. I will pass your beautiful words on to my sister.. I'm very touched by this, the words are perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you
Tom
You really need to take some pictures of your own and stop stealing pictures and poems.
ReplyDeleteGuess Who Sweetness
I don't care who said it or took the picture, I still like it. How sweet those memories are!
ReplyDeleteIt seems that I reflect back on my childhood more and more as I age. One of these days I'll get stuck there. Thank goodness I had a happy one.
ReplyDeletesomeone needs to post these things.....
ReplyDeleteSister Aday knows that when you grow up with all the sisters sharing one small bedroom...what yours is mine and what's mine is yours! teehee
ReplyDeleteSister Aday and I both love and write poetry. I think hers is much better than mine. She wrote the "go home again" poem the day our mother died in 1991. The verse I have posted is only part of the lovely memory!
This is my favorite poem ever
ReplyDeletefLETA IS A POET. i LOVE HERPOEMS. wE WILL POST THEM IF WE WANT.
ReplyDeletebetty do you remember how stickery Fleta's legs always were sleeping in the same bed??? I do...
ReplyDeleteJust like being in a briar patch.
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