Memories of a lifetime in Poetry,Flash and Short Stories
one I wrote a few years ago for my eldest daughter Sharon when she fought and won her battle with cervical cancer. Thankfully caught early.
A memory from the dim and distant past. The days of blackout curtains when even the moon wasn't allowed entry.
A little piece of prosetry autobiography. Podge and Degs are my brothers. Circa 1947ish
Based on a re-curing childhood nightmare. My Father died from wounds received during the war when I was just 10 months old and I never knew him. That fact has always haunted me.
Grandpa looked like a fat old walrus with his scruffy furry moustache chin-ward droopy, like yellowed tusks. Gnarled hands grasp an aged spade; booted foot poised mid air
There are something you just don't want to forget, because memories are all that's left at the end of the day! (-;
The first sonnet I wrote before I understood them. However, purely for selfish and sentimental reasons I refuse to change a word of it. This then for remembrance day. Died from wounds in March 1944
An overheard conversation during a visit to hospital to see an elderly relative; not verbatim, just the essence of it.
I can never eat a plum without this memory surfacing. Podge and Degs my brothers and partners in crime! Mu, my nick name.
To any Native Americans reading this poem.. There is absolutely no offence intended (((-;
A piece of autobiographical prosetry Warning: Contains the word golliwog.. No racial disrespect intended.