The gift of recall shows that our little girl's anticipation is still active, and lying in wait for the right time and season to resurface. She will not always be denied! Like a breath of fresh air this is. I, too, live in hope.... and anticipation! :) TY K xx
We all feel that wy. Sometimes I wonder what happened to my innocence. Then I realize if I didn't have some of it, I wouldn't write. I also realize, it's just been burnished with experience that really comes in handy. Good job
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2007
The experiences of the child gave birth to a poet's words. That little girl is still there, you just have to look for her.
debra
Pictures and memories of the past bring to mind a time we would like to hold in the palm of our hands and never let them go. I loved this poem, it brought back many memorable events in my life. A nice poem to read this snowy day.
I looked back not too long ago and came across myself dressed in a costume, of Puss N' Boots!!!!! I guess I haven't changed! HA! This was So cute! You look so proud of yourself and by right, should be!
I never showed my horse, I just rode him in fear...my sister's made me! "Puss N' Hooves" LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Aww...sweet write. I love to look back at the old photos, but it also makes me a bit sad, just this morning I thought about how quickly time passes by. But when we get past that we can see who we the person whom we have developed into and how we have grown, and I guess just be thankful to be here! So much sickness abounding right now...great write, wonderful muse.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Ah sweet, this one says so much and yet leaves so much unsaid. It is interesting when we look back at old pictures of ourselves and others in our lifes how much we tend to feel that we have accomplished little. In reality we have done much and lived life with all it's accomplishments and mistakes, love and sorrows included.
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isn't it grand
enjoyed the pic and poem
nice
A nostalgic reminiscence bringing wonders into life... A poetic feast...
I have enjoyed the reading of "My Lifetime Ago".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
debra
Rusty
I never showed my horse, I just rode him in fear...my sister's made me! "Puss N' Hooves" LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
And replace them again with life’s anticipation.
Wouldn't that be marvelous! I often rummage through my old photos, wondering where the heck the time and the innocence and all that joy, went.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Fee
This EXCELLENT write touched me.