I remember
The red, blue, yellow,
orange pieces
Interlocking Squares
and rectangles
Stacked into
miniatures
Of my imagination.
I remember
The plates, spoons and
cups
The spatula, knives
and vessels
Stirring a cuisine
sans a flame and ingredients
Flavoured with innocence.
I remember
The more the merrier
Dividing a room into
corners
One for each - Mamma,
baby, papa
In a baby cot – dump
yard – huddled fun
A haven for tingling
bells of laughter
I remember
The solitary reaper in
a world of toys
Hands busy piling,
joining, occasionally breaking
The head inventing
tunes
Eyes darting and diving
Ears pricked for the
environment
Multi-directional
coherence
Savors the moment.
I remember
Talking tall, standing
tall
Learning forgiveness
and sharing
To forget, recall,
forget
Parrot words and lessons.
I remember
Knowing no sense of
time
Everything could wait
eternally
Simple reasons found a
friend in ‘because’
Droopy eyes were held
wide open
Shut to find events
seeping in through
Talk, walk, cry, and
laugh in slumber, sound
I am fed now with such
bits and pieces
By a dotty and her
girl gang
Such bits and pieces…
Painting life and
living
Myriad hues sprinkle
fragrances
Assimilated within the
deep echelons
I hope to remember
When my fledgling
flies away
For I recall none of my
own
Moments of such bliss
Remain ephemeral
memories.
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I love Knowing no sense of time - what a wonderful line, days that last forever. Wonderful
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories - I remember those days with no sense of time, now they fly by always needing one more hour!
ReplyDeleteThis was a delightful read. I enjoyed your reliving of your own childhood in seeing your dotty living hers. Richly felt!
ReplyDeleteI think having a child of your own helps you remember what your own childhood was like...and to appreciate that time EVEN more! Loved your memories.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. It were filled with a wide array of emotions. I could picture what you wrote and that is what good writers make you do. Great going Akila. God bless. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely........ As usual ............. AKila
ReplyDeleteI like the pace of this read and the memories it shares
ReplyDeleteI hope you remember the life of your fledgling too so that you can fill in the colors and sounds for her when she needs to remember
ReplyDeleteAkila, this poem gets better every time I read it. Very competently constructed and the repetition works so well. The sentiment is endearing and you ended with a touch of synesthesia.
ReplyDeleteAlso: thank you for your well-considered and kind comments on my posts.
I too have read and reread, recalling a sense of time and space I had forgotten. Bless you. I wish I had written this poem with its colors and corners and solitary reaper and imagination. "The friend in because" is the best .... I am adding this poem to my file: poems I cannot live without.
ReplyDeleteAkila, this is beautiful. I had not an inkling that you were not speaking of your own past until you mentioned your little one... You are the mother who pays attention, for how else could you have such a distinct memory of her growing up? GOOD ON YOU! Peace, Amy
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