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

[Gee]

I hope one day my daughter will have memories such as this.
Tugs at the heart strings Miss D.

[D Connolly]

I'm sure she will :) Spending time with children is more important to them than "stuff". I don't remember the toys I was given, but I do remember spending time with dad

[Diamond]

very very beautiful Dani, this poem made me feel a pinch, as I miss my dad who is now in a different continent. Thank you for sharing.

[D Connolly]

I spent many years on different continents than my dad, after my parents' divorce, so I understand. Thank-you for taking time :)

[Norman 223]

I loved the subtle reference that your Dad meant the world to you. It's an old expression that rarely heard these days. The pleasure of being a child , now so tall that you could pluck fruit straight off the tree conjures up wonderful memories of "achievement". Life was so simple, yet awe inspiring to us during that phase.
Gently impressive writing , Dani.

[D Connolly]

Thank-you Norman, it really is one of my earliest, most fond memories. I can still taste it

[Valentine]

Sweet memory. I am thankful for all memories that I recall of my passed love ones. Valentine

[D Connolly]

thank-you Kathie

[Molly K]

This is such a lovely poem, I really felt like I could feel the emotion and the nostalgia. Beautiful piece.

[D Connolly]

thank-you Molly

[Tony Jordan]

The saying 'Standing on the shoulders of giants' comes to mind Dani. To us they are giants and their stature is huge reflecting their influence on us and they get (physically) smaller as we get bigger but their influenec never wanes.
This is beautiful as is the wee memory you've kindly shared with us here. Thank you.
:)

[D Connolly]

thank-you Tony :)

[. serah .]

~ very mellifluous poetry... it's a little girl heart song which protects, preserves, and celebrates innocence and enthusiasm and even a zest for life and all things fascinating waiting to be explored (all the way into adulthood)... and also makes this reader hold on to magical memories in which her dad went down on his knees to waltz with her while listening to lara's theme from dr. zivago...

[D Connolly]

SO SWEET! thank-you Serah

[. serah .]

~ my privilege... :)

[Einstein Noodle]

sounds like you had a bright and promising youth, D .. with a fine man for your Dad! thanks for sharing!
E.

[D Connolly]

yes my dad is superman

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .................

[Hebe]

Very sweet poem :) you were able to take a simple pleasue and create this little masterpiece

[D Connolly]

Thank-you

[Paul Bell]

Wasn't the black forest by any chance was it.

[D Connolly]

I was so young I don't even remember! We went on "Volksmarches" (I don't even know if I'm spelling that correctly) all over Germany

[Paul Bell]

Were you just a pup then.