Jack knives and handbags

Childhood memories

From the roaring wind of the open prarie

to the gentle hum, and 4 solemn notes of the island ferry.

Blood spilled in fourteen and thirty nine

what's yours is yours, and what's mine is mine.

Highway oxen, in the early morning

stellar jays nesting, sounding their warning.

Men with nets on the docks singing their shantys

peddling furiously, down the hill, for tea and biscuits at aunties.

Playing in the sun all day with cousins, brothers, or sisters

playing that tune until little fingers have little blisters.

Fish, hampsters, turtles, kittens, budgies, gerbils, secrets, and snakes

putting the pedal to the floor, and sparkling crystal blue lakes.

Iced cream in the sun, anniversaries, and weddings

moving just in time, behind that baseball glove's webbings.

Miles of trees, howling wilderness, plastic cowboys on the floor

Run back to the grey house, with the string hanging at the door.

Ferris wheels, music boxes, roller coasters, and snow above your knees

are but just a few things, that come to mind, like a summer breeze.

Author's Note

memory

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your thoughts transport us over time and space... each line filled with the poignant glimpse back into reflections of days and hours. Beautifully said.

[jess foreman]

i love this. keep up the good work x