I can remember when

my grandparents now gone.

I can remember when.

Fresh sheets hung on the line, the sunlight and breeze transformed them into curtains to another realty.

I can remember when.

The lane, dusty and narrow, like a old ribbon thrown away and left for something new, welcomed the bared feet of playing children.

I can remember when.

The hem of her skirt was my life line and I held on because my life she knew and she loved me.

I can remember when.

Dew wet grass was my threshold to a day filled with misadventure and mystery, if only in a child’s mind.

I can remember when.

He would come home and we would meet him and pillage the unsung hero’s pockets for treasure and treats. We listened for that voice that meant so much.

I can remember when.

We played in the sun and time would diminish and life was all that we could see. It was up the lane and around the house and all were decades apart. Life was play.

I can remember when.

She left us, called to the upper room, she would not stay here. Spirits as bright as hers are for the world. The anchor gone, we would scatter.

I can remember when.

Days grew short and no more misadventures, all mysteries known. Children no more. 

I can remember when.

He left us, a hero fallen, dusty lane settled, treasures picked over, treats spoiled. An anchor gone and we would scatter.

I can remember when.

I left for the last time, no longer a boy, not yet a man and the world in front of me. Didn’t look back, nothing left to see. 

Author's Note

my childhood in rural S.C.

Reviews

[Scarlet Alice]

It is somehow sad thinking bout the past.

You write a quite honest poem. I love the way you constructed it. Insert "i can remember when" emphasized the emotion within it. (=^.^=)

[Cathy Wattam]

Beautifully descriptive poem from the heart. Sad but very nicely written. I am really enjoying reading your work :-)