A far cry from LA;
Great Yarmouth –
the most we could afford
for a holiday...
way back then
and yet nowhere
in the world
could have bettered
that late, June day
as, after lunch,
I watched her
walk barefooted
on the rocks
through pools
of saffron sunshine.
She knelt – shaded
her eyes as a seagull
surfed the wind
in the skies
above her head
and I drank her in.
The pockets
of her dungarees
stuffed with stripy shells,
we headed back
to our B & B;
she pressed
in my hand...
a heart-shaped
pink one...
“For you, Mum,”
she said.
I have it still
and even
in the icy grip
of winter – warm yet
from an afternoon
that can never
come again.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | December 16, 2010 - 19:10
Tina,
I think your memories of your daughter are so loving
and especially in this poem.
It was nice to hear a summer poem, at this time of
the year.
It must be hard for you with Christmas coming, but
I hope that your fond memories give you comfort.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | December 16, 2010 - 19:25
Yes, Jenny...Christmas and New Year are full of poignant memories, but some of them still manage to make me smile;-)
Thanks so much for your words.
Tina
celticman | December 16, 2010 - 20:22
sad but nice.
Silver Spun Sand | December 16, 2010 - 21:39
Thanks;-)
insertponceyfre... | December 16, 2010 - 22:47
a lovely memory Tina - and one with nice weather, which makes a very welcome change at the moment - thank you!
Silver Spun Sand | December 17, 2010 - 08:42
I know what you mean, insert:-) The wild ducks that frequent our little pond are getting slightly battle-weary, after crash landing, at least twice, on the ice!!
Thanks for reading and keep warm;-)
Tina
MistakenMagic | December 17, 2010 - 17:12
So beautiful, as always, Tina ;) The image of the seashell anchors the whole poem - I love the idea of objects connecting the past with the present and it's a connection that can never be broken!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 17, 2010 - 19:35
You right about that Magic...about the connections I mean;-) Pleased you enjoyed and thanks so much for taking the time out to read this one. Much appreciated;-)
Tina xxx
seashore | December 18, 2010 - 10:06
This is a little gem of a poem, Tina! Love it.
Coral (yes I have a name!)
shoe | December 18, 2010 - 11:24
A really special moment in time, beautifully conveyed.
Silver Spun Sand | December 18, 2010 - 12:28
Coral - what a lovely name, and thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment so kindly when you have been so poorly. Hope today finds you feeling much better;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | December 18, 2010 - 12:29
Thanks so much, Shirley. Pleased you like it. Have a pleasant weekend;-)
Tina
luigi_pagano | December 18, 2010 - 15:29
"A far cry from LA;
Great Yarmouth –"
An eye catching opening and a beautiful poem full of motherly love , Tina.
Luigi xxx
Beeme | December 18, 2010 - 15:40
I agree with all the above, not much more I can add other than a beautiful heart-warming poem. It's one memory that will never fade :)
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 18, 2010 - 16:52
Thank you so very much, Luigi;-)
Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 18, 2010 - 16:52
It sure won't Beeme. Not even a bit.
Tina xx
camilla | December 18, 2010 - 18:08
I was just remembering that I won't be having the Christmas phone call or books from my Dad this year (lost him a few years ago). Lovely poem and lovely memory to have.
Silver Spun Sand | December 18, 2010 - 18:29
I am so sorry about your Dad, Camilla. Thank you for sharing.
In the end we are left with memories; the happy ones are pure gold.
Tina