Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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A Seven Year Old's Enthusiasm

Excitement echoed
In my heart
First experience
Of being a part

Now looking back to
Those times, thoughts
Flood like the cold rain
And ties me in knots

Enthusiastically 
Grabbing the end
Of the crosscut saw
Helping hand to lend

He let me slowly pull
From my point of 
View, I carried my 
Weight, without gloves

At seven years old
I felt a superb
Job was done by me
Now grasped being disturbed

He said to momma
Grab the other handle
I'm tired of the weight
Having her to manhandle"

Just a few short words
Made me feel 
Inadequate, small
At times now inside I reel

Camaraderie
At other times shared
Loaded down with firewood
I knew he cared

Bringing in buckets
Of water
Fire starter, or feed
The cows some fodder

Forgiven years ago
But memories still haunt
That's why I write
To ease thoughts that taunt  

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Malabika Ray Choudhury March 19, 2021 at 5:54 AM Congratulations on your POTD. Touching write. Love ~ Mala Sara Kendrick March 19, 2021 at 10:13 AM Malabika, Thank you for stopping by with congrats. I appreciate the time spent reading and commenting on my work. Sara

Frances Schiavina February 27, 2021 at 7:31 AM Best congratulations Sara on POTD. Poetry heals the writer and the reader. Thank you for your inspiring work. Sara Kendrick February 27, 2021 at 8:27 AM Frances, Thanks for dropping by with congrats. Sara

Jack Horne February 23, 2021 at 11:54 AM yes, sometimes words said without thought can really hurt & that hurt can linger. Excellent write, my friend Sara Kendrick February 23, 2021 at 2:42 PM Jack, Very true. Thanks for dropping by. Sara

Gershon Wolf February 22, 2021 at 6:28 AM Somehow I missed this one... Good to get rid of the taunts at long last. They still hurt, no matter how long suppressed. Congrats on POTD, Sara! Best always, Gershon Sara Kendrick February 22, 2021 at 7:17 AM Gershon, Sometimes it clears those passageways or ruts in the brain and they are now freed up to do other things. Thanks for the visit to my page. I appreciate the time spent here. Sara

Jennifer Proxenos February 21, 2021 at 11:17 AM Sara a wonderful poem - may you be blessed always. Congratulations on POTD Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Sara Kendrick February 21, 2021 at 11:32 AM Jennifer, Thank your for the wish of always being blessed and the congrats. I appreciate the time spent here reading and commenting. Sara

Connie Marcum Wong February 21, 2021 at 9:42 AM Belated Congratulations on your wonderful POTD Sara! Blessings xxoo Sara Kendrick February 21, 2021 at 11:29 AM Connie, Thanks for dropping by with congrats. I appreciate the time spent here. Sara

Arturo Michael February 21, 2021 at 9:16 AM Those impressions never leave you...You've described it as you were then and now...Congratulations Sara Kendrick on POTD Sara Kendrick February 21, 2021 at 11:23 AM Michael, Yes, those bad memories linger forever. Thanks for dropping by with congrats. Sara

Janice Canerdy February 19, 2021 at 10:38 AM I too had a father that could SOMETIMES make me feel small. We remember bad and good . . . Very descriptive and moving, Sara, CONGRATS on getting POTD!! Janice Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 12:44 PM Janice, Your comments are spot on. I am sorry that you went through some bad times as well. I know that it doesn't feel good at the time and the memories can be painful. I appreciate you stopping by and taking time to comment. Sara

Jenna Logan February 19, 2021 at 3:52 AM Each child is born to innocence until they're old enough to learn the unfair ways of mankind...and their smiles become frowns. Congratulations on your Brown Eyed Boy being chosen potd. Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:28 AM Jenna, I see your comment got on the wrong poem. I have had that to happen to me. Sara

Eve Roper February 18, 2021 at 11:12 PM back with congratulations on POTD. Eve Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:28 AM Eve, Thanks so much. Sara

Victor Buhagiar February 18, 2021 at 9:59 PM Resplendent poem, Sara. Great you were awarded a POTD. Very much deserved. ~~ Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:29 AM Victor, Thanks for your kind review of my work. I appreciate you dropping by with congrats. Sara

Vijay Pandit February 18, 2021 at 12:57 PM Congrats Sara on poem of the day. Your memory has touched many as I see from all the comments. Well done. Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:30 AM Vijay, I think everyone at some time in their childhood has experienced or seen that type of situation happen another one reason it touched so many. Thanks for dropping by. Your presence is always welcomed. Sara

Sam Kauffman February 18, 2021 at 12:46 PM Your memory has left a deep scar, Sara, but your deeply emotive words and story have a healing quality to them. Thank you for sharing this story and metaphor. Congratulations on your POTD. Many blessings to you. Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:32 AM Sam, Yes, I seem to be able to heal when I finally am able to put my thoughts onto paper in a way that is healing. Your presence at my work with a kind review and congrats is uplifting. Sara

L Milton Hankins February 18, 2021 at 12:45 PM Congratulations on POTD! This is a very moving piece. Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:32 AM L. Milton, I appreciate the time spent here reading and taking time to comment. Thank you for the congrats. Sara

Brandy Nicole February 18, 2021 at 11:29 AM "He said, I'm tired of the weight" At the time, that sounded harsh to a seven year old. I can understand that. He was only looking out for you. Saying it in a different way, would have been best- of course. Time heals all wounds. Your thoughts caress gently around me and my heart. Congratulations Sara, on Poem of the Day. ~ Brandy Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:35 AM Brandy, I am sure at times he was tired of the weight of rearing a child that was not even his but he kept on keeping up the fight and we all survived. I was this chubby little girl and I am sure he was having to pull me back with each cut and that wasn't easy but it did not seem easy on my end either. I think I started stacking the wood for a short time then went to play. Thanks for dropping by with congrats and a nice review. Sara

Akkina Downing February 18, 2021 at 11:19 AM Childhood hurtful memories are never forgotten. I have some that sometimes just hurt too much I can’t help crying... Well written Sara, and congratulations on potd :) Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 6:38 AM Akkina, I can not imagine what some children went through in their childhood. I have heard of girls being raped by their fathers as early as 6 months old. I did not go through anything like that so in many ways I am thankful for the blessings of a Christian home. Thanks for dropping by with a nice comment and congrats. Sara

Arturo Michael February 18, 2021 at 11:02 AM Nice...You've faced it head-on... Wonderful write in many ways...Congratulations Sara Kendrick on POTD. Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 4:17 PM Michael, Your kind review is encouraging. Thanks for dropping by with congrats. Sara

Paulette Calasibetta February 18, 2021 at 10:21 AM Dear Sara, The depth of your sorrow is felt in your poignant writing. Very beautifully crafted and I hope writing, helps those haunting memories fade. Take Care. Sara Kendrick February 19, 2021 at 4:21 PM Paulette, Yes, writing about those bad memories helps to dispel them and I feel better. Your presence and comments are always encouraging. Sara

Paula Goldsmith February 18, 2021 at 10:17 AM Congratulations on yours p.o.t.d win. A wonderful write. Memories can be both good and bad. Words can also be both good and bad. This week, I was hurt by something a dear person said. I try to let go but it can be hard. Have a blessed day...............

David Kavanagh February 18, 2021 at 9:17 AM Heya Sara, childhood memories can leave scars, but also can be turned into the making of us for the better, congratulations on your well deserved potd, cheers David

Anitha Jayasankar February 18, 2021 at 7:02 AM Yes some memories linger, can never be erased sad ones, sometimes even happy ones... loved reading this poem that many will relate. Congrats on your POTD Sara. Hugs ~ Ani

Alexis Y. February 18, 2021 at 7:01 AM Hi Sara, Things said in childhood stay with us. I enjoyed the read. Congratulations on getting the poem of the day. Have a wonderful day:-) Alexis

Quoth Theraven February 18, 2021 at 6:34 AM Sara, I loved every line of this poem. Seven is such a magical age. It's amazing the little tidbits of life we remember in fondess and futility. -Richard

Beryl Edmonds February 18, 2021 at 5:39 AM Childhood hurts are never forgotten and I have many of those, some good memories too, that’s life for you. Congratulations on poem of the day ~ Belle

Tania Kitchin February 18, 2021 at 4:31 AM Wonderfully penned Sara, childhood memories both good and bad make us who we are today, lessons learned we never forget, congratulations on POTD! Sara Kendrick February 18, 2021 at 1:44 PM Tania, I think often I wonder why can't we just forget the bad and remember only the good so that our lives would be filled with only good memories but it doesn't work that way. Thanks for dropping by. I appreciate the time spent here. Sara

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