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Memories fade

Another Blast from my Past. It made me smile when I reread it. I hope it makes you smile and remember fondly those in your past.

 

 

When I was a child the world was my oyster and I was always shucking for pearls. I had a wonderful childhood. Unfortunately I have noticed that some of my memories are starting to fade. That is a very sad thing. But you have to understand not everything I did as a child or youth deserves to be remembered. Trust me there are quite a few things I would prefer to forget. I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t.

We have reached that time of year when we celebrate our parents. (Something we should do every day kids!) I find that I’m forgetting things. I forget the way it felt when my father used to pick me up when I fell asleep in the car. I was a small child and I would inevitably snooze in the back seat. I would be half awake when he picked me up and I can remember nuzzling against his chin. He smelled so safe, so warm. But I can’t remember how his arms felt. It was more than 50 years ago and we are not computers. Some things will fade.

As I was growing up my mother always made me my favourite meal on my birthday. It was seafood crepes with a pecan pie for dessert. I’ve forgotten what the crepes tasted like. I’ve had other crepes since but I haven’t had hers in probably 25 or 30 years. Probably haven’t thought about them in that amount of time either.

But on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day I remember. I remember them every day. And I miss them. We all have had people in our lives that we miss when they are gone.  I believe that my mother is sitting on my shoulder with a grin on her face saying: “tsk tsk tsk, do you really want that second cookie?” I can see my father out of the corner of my eye: hands in his pockets, wearing a knit vest, smiling and shaking his head “damn kids”. We were loved. I have not stopped loving my parents since I lost them. And I haven’t really lost them as they are a part of me. They made me, they helped me become the person I am today. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad. I love you.

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Little Boats

 

I wonder what tales

These little boats could tell,

Of catches lost and fishes caught,

And waves that rose and fell.

 

They ply the waters near and far

Above the murky deep

The sounds of mermaids on the wind

That echo while they sleep

 

The dolphins play as whales swim by

The sailors watch at ease

It’s cod and herring that bring them out

To brave the chilly breeze

 

They know the dangers when at sea

The wind beneath their sails

Storms and creatures of the deep

So scary are the tales

 

But never fear, they’ll keep you safe

The little boats believe

You are in their hands to keep

They never will deceive

 

The years at sea have done their toll

Their lives have now been spent

They pass the torch on to another

It’s time to now repent

 

Remember well the little boats

Who plied the waters deep

Theirs was but a moment here

Now fathoms down they sleep

 

 

A Curious Child

 

 

A child once sat at her mother’s knee

And asked that tales be told

Of God and Jesus and Angels true

A world she could behold

 

A tender age, a tender mind

She loved the tales of God

A gentle Father to us all

A Son who once was flawed

 

The tales she heard so long ago

They stayed within her heart

And formed the woman she became

I think she’s pretty smart

 

The mother passed on to her rest

The child grew up to be

For you know, so long ago

That curious child was me