Constance La France Poet Bio

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Poetry/Bio/a huge covered porch
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Written, January 22, 2025
For the International Contest, Select A 2025 Posted Poem
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/25/2025

Third Place

a huge covered porch

born in Canada
           in a snowstorm
  snowflakes were falling
dad drove carefully

we made it
      and I was born
into the world screaming
           odd for I am quiet

I recall playing
         with a girl just like me
but she became an angel

    I was alone
  until a baby came
  a brother . . . 
we lived in a lovely vintage home
        . . .  and had a huge covered porch

on warm days 
    baby slept in his carriage
while I played tea time with my dolls
    while grandma rocked snoring

I had a cat snowball
    cause she was white as snow
a gift at christmas
    she gave birth twice
      oh those kittens were sweet
  but mom said that's enough

we had a park
      at the end of our shady street
where ducks and swans floated
  and ancient maple trees swayed
I would lay on the grass dreaming

I loved my home
      my room overlooked mom's garden
and she gave me my own window box
   so I had flowers blooming
  I loved the creaky floors
       the stained glass windows
               the curving staircase
  the claw tooth tub
a lake to a little girl
          . . . . and mom's kitchen

with delicious smells
    soup on the stove each day
bread in the oven baking
    oh such delightful memories

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Sam Kauffman January 27, 2025 at 11:33 AM Congratulations on your win, Constance! So many endearing memories that draw us into the enchantment of your childhood. I love the lines "I was born into the world screaming...odd for I am quiet." Sending you blessings and hugs. Constance La France January 31, 2025 at 8:35 AM Sam, thank you for the congratulations, and lovely comment, hugs ~

Andrea Dietrich January 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM Such a sweet wonderful childhood. Soupmail for you Constance La France January 25, 2025 at 6:14 AM Andrea, thank you for the compliment ~

Quoth Theraven January 22, 2025 at 8:50 PM Constance, Maybe the best place for meeting; porches. All the precious memories they leave us with. Seems time has a way of exacting a price. With the hope as one of the lucky ones, pay it gladly. Who else but us to carry the memories for those near and dear who left too early and had so few. -Richard Constance La France January 24, 2025 at 4:14 PM Quoth, thank you for the visit and comment, yes that porch had lots of great memories as did that house of my childhood~

Paula Goldsmith January 22, 2025 at 9:52 AM WOW!!! What a great write with a fun picture you have here. Sounds like you had a wonderful home with a covered porch. Yes, the road always leads back home. Great memories are the best kind to have. Leave the sad ones far behind. "Good Luck" Hugs... Have a blessed day as you write away.................. Constance La France January 22, 2025 at 12:24 PM Paula, thank you for the compliment, comment and encouragement ~

John Read January 22, 2025 at 7:17 AM Hi Constance, such lovely memories, l often look back to where I was born, but sadly the home and my loved ones have all passed on. xx Constance La France January 22, 2025 at 7:30 AM John, thank you so much for the visit, comment and compliment, I stopped writing before I got to that part for my childhood is full of family passing on ~