We had nothing, yet, we had everything !

We had nothing, yet, we had everything !

A Poem by Ink Angel

Childhood memories, about me and my best buddy Chris, happy days.


We had nothing, yet, we had everything!


As far back as I remember

You were always there

We played imaginary games

Under the pale moon light till ten at night

Older ones looking out for us then

You were always my best friend


The Welsh Estate they called it!

We were one big happy family

All helped each other, borrowed a cup of sugar, or tea

Doors were never locked, greeting all who passed

We were all in the same boat, not much money to our names

We had nothing, yet, we had everything


We never worried; we carried on playing our games

You walked your rabbit on a lead

That was the funniest part indeed

Sat on that step outside my house

We chat and laugh

Our Mums at the gate

One more Ciggie “Let Em wait”


At yours, your Dad would always appear with

Vast amounts of spuds to share

 No one would go without

Wood for the fire was scarce

A skirting board would disappear and be replaced another year

The fire would glow; we bathe in its glory warming us through

Our Mums would sit there, legs burning looking like Cornbeef

Five more minutes they’d say, then time for bed


Bonfire night was such a thrill

We would build a guy and call him Bill

All gathered on the green

The whole estate in perfect harmony

Mesmerised by the orange and red flames

Leaping like ribbons

Into the night, and old Bill would go up in smoke

Shame really he was a nice bloke


In the woods we would gather in our gang

And make a camp, and there we would hideaway, with a feast

Of bread and jam, our secret hideaway for the summer

Friends through life they pass us by

But you were always there when I cried

Thank you


I oftern wondered why we had this bond

My sister told me we were together since birth

Sharing the same cot, or pram, gurgling and

Chatting in our secret language

As our Mums went about their day

We would kick our legs and play

Thankful for every day





© 2013 Ink Angel

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This reads like a rainbow on a sun-shiny day. Delightful and brimming over with stuff that oldies like me can fully relate to. Nay your pen never run dry......N

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Ink Angel

3 Years Ago

thanks, so nice to get a review not been on here for ages. We had a very special upbringing on that .. read more

3 Years Ago

My pleasure entirely & not at all surprised, what more could anyone wish for?.....All Good things, N
much to appreciate in this moving tribute

Posted 8 Years Ago

It's so sweet and innocent. Truly lovely.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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This is so beautiful.
God, I miss being as happy as I was when I was little.
Oh well.
Great write. Touches a nerve.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This was beautiful. Childhood actually seems much more magical, hopeful, which gradually fails us, as we grow older. However, there's this sense of faith, and loyalty, that has managed to keep up with you, and your gratitude for your friend was written rather beautifully, magical memories taking you on a journey once again, where money doesn't matter, only love does. The title itself is great, shows how 'everything' refers to love, and good friendship, and I love the whole overall optimism.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I really like it! I love the imagery you created...I can see what a great childhood you had. I love that you know you had everything! having love and family near us and in our hearts...thats a lasting wealth :)
This is well written and a beautiful reflection of childhood. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago

beautiful images of good memories growing up. Nice tribute to a sister.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Just edited ....

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 14, 2012
Last Updated on September 14, 2013
Tags: Life cycles, Life, Nature, Death and Love.


Ink Angel
Ink Angel

Reading, United Kingdom

I love to write poetry, love to read poetry, love of graffiti, Art, Angels and photography. I have recently had my poem break of Day pubished and another about the Green man will be published soon :).. more..


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