In The Arms of Mum and Dad

a happy reflection of our family home in the sixties

when I weave through
misted moments
held by silky purple ribbons
tied by sleepless restless hours
while night’s curtains aren’t
for lifting

when the weather wasn’t winter
and our days were overflowing
with uplifting thoughts of heaven
as old church bells chimed
in gladness
when our world knew not of
sadness

i believed in ever afters
as my lessons always taught me
that from goodness and from kindness
we would reap a golden harvest
if our thoughts were full of love

so we rambled on the hill tops
and we lost ourselves in steam clouds
from the bridge at roughdown common
as the engines rattled northwards
on the tracks to nowhere matters

then our family was a bouquet
we were seeds that wouldn’t scatter
we were flowers filled with fragrance
we were glass that never shattered
in our little country haven
in our story book of wonder
where each one of us was precious
in those arms of mum and dad

Reviews

[JENNY]

Surely Mom and Dad are the best gift God could have blessed us with . This poem just adorably explains the strongest bond between parents and the child . Thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece of art Chris. And a very joyful New Year to you and your loved ones .

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jenny for that lovely comment. I was certainly blessed as a child with strong family. Happy new year to you and yours too. Keep happy and healthy.

Chris

[JENNY]

Thanks Chris for your warm greetings. And you deserve to complemented on such beautiful thought of your. May god bless me someday that certainly I’ll be able to write as good as you.

[Chris Shaw]

You are so kind my friend.

[red93]

How beautiful Chris - thank you for sharing those halcyon days - and Happy Xmas to you and yours from me and mine ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony. Sending Christmas greetings to you and yours. All good wishes.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Chris. A wonderful poem shared.
"then our family was a bouquet
we were seeds that wouldn’t scatter
we were flowers filled with fragrance
we were glass that never shattered"
The above lines are too true. I miss the family unions and big dinners. Everyone is so far away. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your thoughtful review Coyote. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Chris.

[AYVID N]

Reading this poem mists my eyes. We begin life as a fairy tale, we know little sorrow and disillusionment. Our eyes are filled with wonder at all things of beauty around us. And to top it all, each of us is so precious to our mum and dad who love us to bits unconditionally. But then the engines of life rattle onwards and lead us to different times and we are left with just those memories of us as those precious seeds and those beautiful flowers. "then our family was a bouquet", you say and no one could have put it better than you, dear Chris.

"as old church bells chimed
in gladness
when our world knew not of
sadness"
-So reminiscent of a time of innocence and purity. I'll keep these in my thoughts.

Once again, you write with such heartfelt beauty and love. It was a joy to read this poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Those days of innocence so very precious. Then we all had to grow up. I felt so safe as a child DIVYA. Thank you fir your warm and thoughtful review. Have a lovely day.

Chris

[AYVID N]

It was a pleasure to read of your wonderful childhood and your beautiful family. You are most welcome, my friend.

[John the Baptist]

When we are children, we do believe in happily ever afters. We do not know of sadness. The years with their sometimes brutal lessons take that childhood faith away from us, and some do not get over that. The loss of innocence is the inevitable price of growth. Most of us make the transition successfully. The rest become serial killers.

[Chris Shaw]

I felt so protected as a child in a family with five children and then I had to go and griw up:) Many thanks John fur stopping by. All good wishes to you.

Chris

[willweb]

Such a beautiful and heart touching poem of a family's love. This had me looking over the hedge to see all of the fun and joy that was found as I read this today. Such a wonderful feeling, happy, euphoric poem my friend. I loved it.

[Chris Shaw]

I was very fortunate with my family. A really close knit unit. Seven of us including mum and dad. Always felt safe, secure and loved and then I had to go and grow up : Thank you for your very encouraging review will. Have a good day.

Chris