Quiet.........
Slowly walking from room to room,
remembering a time very different from today.
Quiet was a premium so difficult to find,
school, sports, homework seemed to be
the way.
Difficult to imagine how quickly
the years pass,
listening to others talk it surely could not be.
Home filled with chatter, tears, and laughter,
many boxes of band-aids kept for all to see.
Every holiday, birthday was a frantic time,
cookies and cupcakes baked for school.
Window decorations were carefully placed,
did not matter if the weather was
warm or cool.
Warm afternoons spent picking dandelions,
a glass, some water and carefully
brought inside.
Children would dance and giggle with glee,
one could plainly see they were bursting
with pride.
Gone are the days of slinky and
roller skates,
radio flyer, marbles, crayons and
coloring books.
In a closet lie board games, toys
long forgotten,
infant clothes, blankets, shoes with
tiny hooks.
Infant stroller still sits in the corner
of a room,
plastic keys, button toys hanging on one side.
Wheels are worn down and fabric is faded,
yet the miles it traveled were far and wide.
Guess I never really took the time
to understand,
or maybe I did not want to, could it happen
to me?
Just does not seem that long ago, now
all is quiet,
that was how it started, now we see.
Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
9/13/2007
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
blessin's
cynth'ya
Thanks for sharing. Love and Hugs...
Pat
Reminiscing isn't so bad
Though it can make us sad
A very touching poem written extremely well.
Doug
Love Tinka
Sweet, soft and "just doesn't seem that long ago..."
Georg
There is certainly beauty in remembering, but nostalgia for what 'once was.'
Nostalgic,
Kathy
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Life sure has changed from the joyful laughter of childhood to the quietness of reality...to be young again...and I'm not that old! (Feel it, though. LOL) I love the way you write. Beautifully. As this write is: well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
all is quiet,
Life truly does seem to fly by, far too often, and all we are left with is memories. But the truly good ones, are wonderful.
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~ As always, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
John