Leave the past alone,
my mother said to me,
it's never the way you remember it,
so just let it be,
but when so many memories,
come flooding back to me,
I have to find old friends,
because they hold the key.
Childhood memories make us what we are today,
nobody can take those thoughts of you away,
cowboys and indians we would love to play,
at the back of Woolworths,
with crates they left out each day.
Change came in the 60s,
it happened very fast,
the cottage that we lived in,
was condemned and pulled down fast,
I was still so young,
when we had to move away,
about eight or nine,
there about I'd say,
no more roller skating,
we now lived on a hill,
the one friend that I missed,
her name was Jill.
The new house that we moved to,
It was'nt really so bad,
once I settled in,
I didn't feel so sad,
we had a big long garden,
with roses in full bloom,
my bedroom was a double,
suddenly I had loads of room,
the garden led into the woods,
where I would love to play,
making dens and tree houses,
picking bluebells in May.
Though those days have now long gone,
the photos I still see,
suddenly those memories,
come flooding back to me.
Comments
Cavalcaderl | January 11, 2011 - 15:32
new skinner-jennifer
Very exciting all the great memories.
Lots of images here to.Full of life!
all our photos went then,but plenty now.
Like it all.But stanza for me
Childhood memories makes us what we are to-day
noboy can take those thoughts of you away
Cowbys and indians we would love to play
at the back of woolworths
with crates left each day
julie xx
skinner_jennifer | January 11, 2011 - 15:43
Thanks julie,
yes they were special times, I must have been about
seven at the time, we used to go to the cinema on a
saturday morning, watch a western, then go and act it
out in the afternoon, good fun times.
Thankyou for your great comment, it's always
appreciated.
Jenny.
pinda | January 11, 2011 - 19:23
This was a very moving peice for me, mainly because I think it applies to everyone in a different way. We all have childhood memories, whether they're good ones or bad ones, they stay with you. They make you who you are today!
'Childhood memories make us what we are today'
I can't emphasise enough how true this line is.
X
Pinda
PS- I'll be shocked if this doesn't get a cherry, it's worthy of one in my opinion.
:D
JoseHdz | January 11, 2011 - 22:34
lovely piece.
seashore | January 12, 2011 - 07:33
Very nice.
skinner_jennifer | January 12, 2011 - 10:11
Hi Pinda,
Thankyou so much for your kind words, it's enough
to have such lovely comments as yours.
Thankyou so much again.
Jenny. x
skinner_jennifer | January 12, 2011 - 10:13
Hi JoseHdz,
I am glad that you liked my poem, thankyou for your
kind words.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 12, 2011 - 10:14
Hello seashore,
it's so good to know that you enjoyed this poem,
your comments are always appreciated.
Jenny.
fatboy74 | January 13, 2011 - 23:39
You have spoken about this garden leading into the woods before in a conversation we had and I find it a tantalizing image Jenny, full of mystery. Really enjoyed this.:-)
skinner_jennifer | January 14, 2011 - 09:43
Hi fatboy74,
yes I remember speaking about my garden leading in
to the woods, my you have a great memory.
Thankyou so much for the great comment, I just love
those words, tantalizing image, that you mentioned,
a very nice compliment. Thankyou again.
Jenny.