Crossing a pebbled pathway
Bare feet flinching in pain
A flowered cotton gown
Flapping around my knees
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with such ease you take us to that moment so perfectly...the sights, the smells, the sensations drip straight off the page....great write.
Another brilliantly evocative poem. So well remembered and described. Thanks for letting us have a peek into the photograph album of your mind.
This is a sweet and evocative memory-poem - - written with a flow which is reminicient of a child - and the last verse takes us to a lovely conclusion - and no doubt a male-parent who was loved dearly.......10 for this - - from Fay..
aww. sweet poem. i enjoyed it. i could see the images of a young freckled kid. hoping from stone to stone, withh her big eyes. observing and loving it all..
A beautiful poignant write Deva...lovely read thank you...the images just leap off the pages...Fi 10+++
wow Deva. from the fist line, i imagined how you felt the flinching before i could even get to the second line. then... and then, you roam the rooms of olden years. it is as if that child is holding your hand now, showing you your past.