I was walking down the memory lane
with trepidation and fear
Jangling my pocket full of
memories to peak and peer
Long had I dithered
taking the half forgotten paths
Was spooked at the thoughts
of old buried wraths
Kept telling myself, would do it
when I had the time to spare
Alas! Lacking courage
taking this road I did not dare
The first memory I pulled out
made me smile with pure joy!
For who can ever forget the mate
who shared her prized toy!
The next one was smooth and shiny
Because its constantly used
This friend I still call
When I am hurt or confused.
The one that I pull out of pocket now
has rough and jagged ends
It still hurts to recall the bitter fights
With those who were supposedly friends.
Ah! I so well remember that day,
My sole claim to glory
When I was patted by my teacher
For a well told story
Ohhh! This one I must confess
Still makes me teary eyed
Cos I was caught and reproached
That one time I had lied!
The pride this one evokes
Believe me is worthy
For I know how I completed
The long cross country.
Along with these, is a handful of sand
Each separate grain imbued
With the fragrance of mates
Of every shape and hue
As I reluctantly consign
each memory to my pocket
I now know they are my talisman
To be always worn like a locket.
Gone is the fear and the trepidation
I can go back in time, any time
And come back with elation
Painful memories have been given
A long overdue burial
Happy memories and revisitation
Will now become a ritual
I will jauntily walk down the memory lane
Jangling my pocket full of
memories without any pain.
Loved this!!!! So creative and inspirational!!!! 🙂
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Thank you so much Patty. Childhood friends are priceless.
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This is in response to the Freedom of Expression challenge – Memories curated by Richa – Iscriblr.
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Beautiful poem.
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Thanks Sadje. 😊
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You’re welcome
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pocket full of memories
I love the image!
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Thank you so much, Paul. I have lovely memories of school days.
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Beautiful how you have written this… I love the metaphor/ image of walking down the memory lane with a pocket full of memories.
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Thank you so much, Marieke. The memories of school time are priceless. ❤️
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You’re welcome! 🙂 By the way, what is your name or how can I call you?
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My name is Punam. 😊
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Hi Punam! 😊
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Hi! 😀
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wonderful pocketful of happy memories
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Thank you so much. Indeed, those are very happy memories!
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i wish i could bury some memories, you must teach me your magic formula, so well written and paced though Punam, like a pantoum it read to me
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Some memories are buried deep Gina. The pleasant memories…I revisit them often. Thank you so much.
Can you read my mind Gina? I was just trying my hand at pantoum. Will post it in a while.
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it saddens me that i can’r seem to recall the good ones, the bad ones are like a blanket recently. i sensed it from your words, the poem was telling me a story – best of luck dear!
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I hope that you are able to cast away the blanket of sadness. We are the makers of our memories and right now you are making wonderful memories with your kids, family and friends. Present is what matters Gina. Sending lots of love your way. Thanks for your best wishes. 🤗
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thank you Punam, I do want to live without this sadness but maybe i carry it for a reason, there is always a purpose, i am so touched by your warm wisdom, always finding the nugget of truth to sustain me.
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Yes, there is always a purpose even though it may not be clear during the present circumstances. Take care.
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agreed! you take care too dear, have a lovely evening
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This is delightful!
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Thank you so much. 😊
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You are most welcome!
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absolutely stunning way with words and memories, well done Punam!
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Aww! Thank you so much, dear Kate.
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most welcome pretty Punam 🙂
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Thank you!
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