it was utopia
freshly baked dutch butter cookies
temptingly sat on the sill
cooling off
in the patient winds of our childhood
we played monopoly
till the paper money had curled edges
and the pips on the dice had faded
the daytime sunlit atmosphere
was plump with familial love
bedtime was always too early
but hugs were plentiful and unrelenting
and if we sat on that window bench
right next to oma’s rocker
we could touch the stars in the sky
couldn’t we?
sure we all rewrite history to a certain extent
and the years have taken their toll
but through the foggy lens of memory
it still seems to me it was utopia
Loved this, Lydi. A wonderful tribute to your loved one and to childhood - a time we all raise to the status of utopia at one time or another. Beautifully written by a gifted poet.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Selective memory has a lot to do with it, but it was a wonderful time, yes. Thank you so much, Joyc.. read moreSelective memory has a lot to do with it, but it was a wonderful time, yes. Thank you so much, Joyce. Your icon is beautiful and so appropriate. Lydi**
Lydi...what a delight it is to read you here!! I remember this poem, and i can once again smell those freshly baked butter cookies and feel the warm glow of 'familial love'. Such a beautifully nostalgic poem... the precious details bring your memories alive before my eyes. Loved it, my friend. Thank you for posting this one :)
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
And, my dear friend, a delight to see a comment from you. I decided to post some of my older ones t.. read moreAnd, my dear friend, a delight to see a comment from you. I decided to post some of my older ones till I get used to the site. The fact you remembered it is a real compliment to me. Thank you so much. Lydi**