Weekends away

I remember those days when we walked on the sands,

the four of us, one, through the link of our hands,

when the world was a smile on my dear mother's face

and the arms of my father gave welcome embrace.

　

I remember those picnics with warm lemonade

and the cake that my mother had lovingly made,

when the sun was a jewel in the blue of the sky

and each minute a lifetime, slow passing us by.

　

I remember the castles we built by the sea,

working busy together, my sister and me,

proud soldiers of fortune, so brave to the call,

'til our empire was done and the pennant stood tall.

　

I remember when pleasure was simple to take,

when my sister and I had no choices to make,

when we laughed and we played in the ebb and the flow,

and I wonder, I wonder, where did those days go?

Reviews

[writing mojo]

child hood seedlings can do more then plant memory
as ghost..it's the rain that makes them grow in us strong oaks
where we branch to protect the love in us until it ends in the ground it came from..excellent piece

[andrew mitchell]

yes beccy like Christmases passed, the innocence of youth, no worries to speak of, the joys of growing up, visiting grandparents are just distant fond memories. I miss those little magic moments and now the World seems so unsafe!. A lovely write beccy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i remember not only those weekends, but weeks at a time in Vermont in the 50's...so long ago...those pleasurable times...so distant...mom gone, dad so aged...sister so distant.

those simple days became so complex.

wonderful poem.

[Woody]

you have such a warm touch, Beccy. it makes the reader tingle all over. superbly written. why oh why did those days go?

[CD Campbell]

I too sometimes miss my youth when me and my brothers would wrestle and fight. I would dream about the world and how big it was. Childhood should be guarded and remain innocent. Somehow I think we lost that or I am a just an old jaded fool? Anyway, this is a great write. It's tight and flows really well. The rhymes don't feel forced. Most of all, it made me feel something. CD

[Donald Meikle]

Isn't it great to dawdle in memory lane? Time was so much longer then. We were on our way here when we saw blue saltwater up until then it had been brown,

[ANTO]

Beautiful rhyming Beccy. A delightful gentle bounce of poignant nostalgia. Every line paints a picture that many of us are familiar with. The whole warms the heart with bittersweetness.
Well penned Beccy.

[terry smith]

oh how jaded our eyes become when numbered days grow long and we succumb, oh to be a child in time and get such glee from a simple rhyme....