Shoulders of the World

A ride on my dad's shoulders

Riding high on the shoulders of the World

I recall taking the plum from the tree

The sweetest flavor I can ever remember

Today I relish the memory

The sweetness of that day lingers still

Riding high on the shoulders of the World

Author's Note

Walking through the forests of Germany on a march with my dad, which we did often, I took a plum from a tree, just as described, and I remember that sweetness so well, 30+ years later. The sweetest part of the memory is being on my dad's shoulders and just being with him.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Shoulders of the World'
D.Connolly,
High on the shoulders of your Daddy..what else could a little girl need?
The feeling is, "I am loved, I am wanted, needed and cherished.'
The sweetness of belonging and finding it delicious is matched by the
treat of a plumb while on the 'shoulders of the world' Your world.
Blessings,
Kathy

[D Connolly]

one of my best memories, by far

[Ashwin Shanker]

I wish you had elaborated on those nostalgic moments with your father, the poem was too short for us to have a good picture of uyour wonderful memories

[D Connolly]

You know, it was so long ago that I don't remember the details myself (I was around the age of 4). The only thing that I remember was riding on his shoulders and eating that plum, still the sweetest, most delicious fruit I can remember, and one of the best memories. I think that memories can be like that; we might not remember the details, but we remember the feelings that came with the experience.

[Ashwin Shanker]

I agree with you :)

[Glen Weimann]

Hi. As others have said, this is lovely, and you are lucky - as you acknowledge. The 'riding high' line is perfect to describe the young you safe and secure in a special place with a special person.

Regards
Nigel

[D Connolly]

Thank-you Nigel, yes, my dad is still around, so I still get to enjoy his company, 30+ years later! Thank-you so much for your kindness

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Connolly... a very sweet poem about learning about life on your Dad's shoulders... Yes... we do pick a "plum"
now and then from a tree. truly, Pat

[D Connolly]

Hi Pat, I'm so sorry to have waited so long to respond, I missed this review! Thank-you so much for reading, and I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome dear poet. truly, Pat

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This reminded me of my childhood too, which had somehow blurred. Thank you for bringing back the happy memories through this write, Dani! I loved reading this 😊

[D Connolly]

thank-you! I'm so glad to start my day off making you smile :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome! I hope you have a great day 😊😊

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes....sitting on Daddy's shoulders was the best feeling. I remember so well. He was my hero and I was on top of the world. What a sweet memory you have written about here. Lovely. Lydi**

[D Connolly]

thank-you Lydia! One of my most favorite memories

[Mr.Writer]

A great poem!! I love how you word it

[D Connolly]

Thank-you

[barleygirl]

I absolutely LOVE the way some distant memory can pop from our deep psyche with so much vivid detail. You've conveyed a little splash of memory here that doesn't tell a story exactly, but there are so many things that can be read into this, to understand the relationship between the two of you. I love the way you use "plum" and "sweetness" to represent the feelings as well as the taste. Excellent job!

[D Connolly]

Isn't it so cool how that happens? I love this memory, and I'm glad that I could share it with you guys :)

[Shabeeh Haider]

Moments spent with our loved ones are always etched in the canvas of our memory.
What a wonderful title to honor the ride.
A girls first love and hero will always be her father.

[D Connolly]

Very true! This is one of my earliest memories, riding on dad's shoulders after a long scenic march through a German forest

[Ken Simm.]

There are many kinds of sweetness but remembering your Father in this way is the best of them. you are very lucky.

[D Connolly]

Thank-you Ken, I'm so glad I have such a great memory with him. When he is gone I can hold on to that and so many others. I am lucky