Little Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A reflection on childhood memories.

We played in the burning tropical sun, and as its light kissed our thick black hair
We made our skipping ropes from the long leaf stems, and leapt about like frogs prancing round the yard
Our legs, light but firm gave us wings and we flew like the soaring eagles in the afternoon sky
I tapped you on the shoulder, and you followed me to the mud puddle and together we moulded tiny wet figurines from brown earthy clay
Then with patches of dirt plastered on our faces, we strolled to the stream and washed our feet in sullied water where little kindred spirits giggled, splashing all about.
I lost my plastic bag with the grasshoppers inside and the tiny bits of green you pulled from the ground.
So I cried and cried, till you found them kicking their legs and munching underneath the large boulder, where ants and millipedes made busy with forage.
With sweet relief I smiled and hugged you tight before we parted ways to find our ma’s and pa’s.
Two days after, I came outside to play once more but you were not there.
Then with my head hung low I marched home to help mama pack my things before leaving for Canada on the giant white plane.
When we get there, I stand by the window and watch the snow fall on Christmas day.
There will be no children running around the street today, searching for masquerades with long scary canes
With large eyes I stare at the misty winter fog and from it I pretend to mould an image of you in my mind.
A picture comes to me, vivid and yet clear-
I see a beautiful ebony face gazing at the sun, but I cannot remember the name.
I love you,
So I cry.

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Submitted: September 27, 2009

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Crissie

Omg so beautiful poem it made cry, my tears just wanna come out and I love it!!!

Sun, September 27th, 2009 4:55pm

Jane Iwenofu

Im glad you loved it Crissie. Woke up this morning at 5 am to write it..was inspired. Thanks again!

Sun, September 27th, 2009 6:16pm

sherine

that is...so good!
do you like work something related to writing and poems?
because you definitely have what it takes to be the next great writer!! :)
i hope you all the luck!!: )

Sun, September 27th, 2009 6:40pm

SLJONES

ow this was really good infact i thought it was amazing good on ya sj

Mon, September 28th, 2009 9:55am

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Thanks Simon. I really appreciate your feedback!

Mon, September 28th, 2009 3:38am

kuntakinteh

ooh my! you made me remember my childhood. when we use to play those hide and seek game and also playing of the skipping robe.
great poem! full of reality!

Mon, September 28th, 2009 12:50pm

Candy1000

Wow! This poem was very good:) I liked it:)

Wed, October 28th, 2009 6:41pm

Author
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Thanks Candy!

Wed, October 28th, 2009 2:35pm

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