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A Place I Remember Well...
by Ed Matlack
Monday, December 29, 2003

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This place was my fort, my ship, my way to get away from my life as it was those days...

A Place I Remember Well…


 


When I was upset as a kid,


As so often happens & did,


There was a place that was on the beach,


A rock jetty that extended into my sea,


A place only I, in my thoughts, could reach.


 


The ocean would swirl around my pier of rock,


This place was my fort, my ship,


Seaweed would grow close to the water,


The surfaces, flat, would make great spots to walk,
Just don't slip, or get wet you would, 


Out to the end of this my special place.


 


On the end were places to sit,


And ponder what to me were not reasons for dad to hit,


A place to cry, no matter how old I became,


A place to never feel shame.


 


A place to dream of a future life,


Where hitting and beatings were not the way,


A place to be when I ran away,


From a home life of constant strife.


 


Should a kid of 12 feel the way above?


Or should he be happy, especially around Christmas,


No, this poor kid that I feel so sad for now,


He had to live and learn how,


The world was a lousy place to be,


Especially for this kid of only 12, can you see?


 


Growing up is very hard, I know,


But to force someone to be older, before he grows,


That seems to me to be a law broken,


Most parents do their best,


There are no schools that teach child growth,


But why do some have to use pain & inflict,


Emotional and psychological damage to the one they supposedly love?


 


Anyway, my pier of rock, was my place to allow myself,


To hide from this pain,


It took me away and gave me less strain,


I follow a path that I have long since lost,


To enter a place where only ghosts,


Of my past live and thrive…


                                                       (ed)


   


 

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Reviewed by Lois Christensen 6/6/2008
Not knowing how to be brought up like this, I had very loving Mother and Father, although MOther was so strict, but I thank her for it or I might have turned out differently. I was a compulsive doer and still am. She kept me straight though. Granddaughter Christina grad last eve, I went and hope she abides by some of the messages given there. She is just starting out in this cruel world. May she find peace there always. Sometimes life is hard, sometimes easy, that was said there too. Bear with it they were told and go on the good things. Make something of yourself, which you have done with you and Rufuz and your love.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 12/29/2003
Everyone needs that special place that you have described so well in this write. When a child cannot be a child, I agree a law has been broken.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 12/29/2003
good write, ed; well done! :D (((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. tx for your note, rufuz; nice to hear from ya! wOOf! :D
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