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I remember when…
The lake shore, the farms and the local streets were all places where children could safely roam And we played pirates and cowboys and Indians and wandered 'til dark in the bush near our home. I remember… The milk and bread being delivered to our door on a cart with a horse that knew when to stop; When it was exciting to travel on a steam train and a penny bought four lollies at the local shop. And I remember… Walking three miles to church on a Sunday With my family and wearing my best frock; And the joy of reading an exciting book or of being allowed to stay up until eight o’clock. Aah, the memory of… Our excitement when Christmas morning arrived and we couldn’t wait to see what Santa had brought; When all the family came together to share a meal and we sang the old songs that we’d all been taught. Do I want to remember… Going outside down the path in sunshine or rain to our “little house” with its newspaper and pan in daylight or dark with the smell all around, hoping they’d not come, when you’re sitting, to pick up the can? I also remember… The long hard hours Dad worked to get enough for the basics of life, and for a deposit on some land; And Mum, never knowing if ends would meet or if there’d be enough money to go around. And the polio that changed our whole way of life when it struck down my brother and sister - and Dad; How Mum coped with all the stress and worry; Her fears we’d never keep even the little we had. But the things I remember best are these… the love that our family had for each other and the strength this gave us in bad times and good; the joy we took in life’s simple things; the hard work that was something we all understood; the respect that we knew was earned and not bought; and the strong moral lessons that our parents taught. Maybe rose-coloured glasses have changed my perspective, But I believe that our past is always subjective. What we do with our memories shows who we’ve become - So let’s use them to help us in times still to come. Written for
with the prompt “Remembering”. This poem has now (November 2006) been published in Australia by Legacy Books, in a compilation of stories, and a few poems, on older people's memories, called "I Remember When". My poem is the first item in the book! It's lovely to at last be published "properly", so people can see my work in an honest-to-goodness book. Thanks to Countrymom for getting me writing on this!
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