The Games Children Play

The Games Children Play

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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A bathroom sink overflow becomes a postbox.

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How great to hear the gurgling sound
of running water, flowing free.
No longer pooling in the sink,
the fixer fixed it just for me.

My man who mends all things which break,
(well almost all), has helped the flow.
For weeks the basin wouldn't drain,
now crystal swirls to depths below.

Into the dark bend where he found,
a medley for a child's keen eye.
Where years before, a younger Beth
had played at postman and I Spy.

A treasure trove was found down there,
a Spanish coin, a Barbie's comb,
a pile of toothpicks, pink and white
had found a most unlikely home.

Those little things, a source of joy,
though Beth when asked was acting coy.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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A smile and emotions both I feel after reading your poem,...reading this makes me feel not to carve for going back to my childhood anymore....as now I'm having the biggest reason to smile on - my childhood...ah, am including too much of my personals....Thanks for sharing this Christine...love and hugs....and Almighty's grace be upon you😊!!

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6 Years Ago

By the grace and love from WC's good souls am going good! Almighty's grace be upon you Dear Chris☺.. read more
Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you sweet girlie
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6 Years Ago

😘😘😘......!!!



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This seems at first glance throwaway sweet but on continued reading comes across as full of emotion and meaning.

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thank yous Winston. An old poem Neville brought out from the archives. Thank you.

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Kids eh' who would have em .............. but then where would we be without em .. I seriously get this Chris .. I imagine most families would if the truth were known .. Amazing what will bring a smile to our faces, isn't it ....... Neville :)


Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Little things that can give you a smile years down the line. Thank you Neville for reminding me and .. read more
Marvel at how you've lent both beauty and meaning to the most mundane event--while also including some good-natured humor.
A wonderful poem, Chris, that I enjoyed, immensely!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Jimmy. Sometimes poetry comes from nowhere :))

Chris
I loved this, when I was a kid, I did not put stuff in the sink. I would drop things in the vent because I noticed that paper would fly up. I realized very quickly that the other things I put over the vent did not fly because they were to heavy. This poem is one that just takes you back, and for me personally, that was the memory I recalled. It just makes me think of better times and simpler days.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

So pleased this little poem took you back to days which you think were better for you. Can't childre.. read more
This reminds me of a similar childhood incident in my youth. I let a paintbrush slip down the drain & then later when it was cleared out, I was the known culprit, since I was the only one who painted! I love the way your poem starts with loving sentiments about your handyman and then I especially love the pile of junk that you describe, that’s been retrieved from the drain! This is a playful blend of chastising mom & loving parent! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Margie. All kids are guilty of stuff like this.

Chris
Of course Beth would act coy, wouldn't we all, when I was a little kid we didn't have a sink or taps and the water was carried from a well. I do remember some very weird things found in the bucket that Dad brought the water in !! Loved this one Chris, a memory jogger. Rod.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thanks Rod for checking this one out. Pleased it gave you some memories.

Chris
I love to hear water gurgling down the sink and watch the bubbles being taken by the whirlpool

Bet that's how all those items got there

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

No doubt when little hands were being washed, there were games being played as well. Thank you Wild .. read more
Great read Chris this made me smile. Kalani stashes little nuggets all over the house already mostly soft toys and dog biscuits :) All the things we have to look forward to. Many mahalo

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

So sweet those little hiding places. Remember to look for more unusual ones :)) Thank you so much f.. read more
Island Hippy

6 Years Ago

You’re very welcome!
I loved this Chris, made me chuckle and smile. Wonderful expressed and so heartfelt.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

You never know what kids are up to when it goes all quiet :))
My son never did anything I can really complain about, other than making a road out of sugar from the canister on the kitchen counter. Seems he wanted to line up his matchbox cars for a race before mommy woke up. Lucky for me, the canister wasn't full, or I would have been drinking something a lot stronger than coffee. Looking back, it certainly does serve as a source of joy. You always entertain with these vignettes, Chris. Thank you for sharing such a memory!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thanks for your visit Kelly and for sharing your mummy experiences. I think you got off lightly with.. read more
Kelly Scheppers

6 Years Ago

Lol, I know I did! ; )

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