Echoes Of The Past Poem by Paula Glynn

Echoes Of The Past

Remembering my mother's unique exotic perfume
I can imagine my mother is in the room
Wondering if my mother is in heaven
After sadly passing away and I do pray
My mother's unfortunate death making the day grey.

Daytrips out with my loving mother
Dad also remembering special days out
Where we'd run about and scream and shout
Our mother letting us have a good time
Our excess energy soon ending in being tired.

Riding our bicycles around the busy town
Summertime when adults would not frown
Hours and hours spent seeing parkland and fields
Cycle tracks that to non-natives are concealed
Beautiful parks and even the lakes revealed.

Building a tent out of blankets in the garden
Riding down the stairs on an airbed
Playing in the paddling pool in the garden
Making milkshakes out of melted ice cream
Play fighting with my brother where I'd excitedly scream.

Memories from a happy childhood
Where needs were met by my parents and understood
Where I did what I wanted because I could
My parents understanding me and very good
Because I had the kind of childhood everyone should.

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Paula Glynn

Paula Glynn

Essex, Britain
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