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Autumn Hues Oh autumn, let your brilliant hues seep into my soul. Let the sweet scent of pumpkin pie return memories Of childhood days of Thanksgiving with members long passed. Bless us with their graceful wisdom. I remember grandpa sleeping Before dinnertime imbibing a bit too much grog. We'd call to him, "gramps...turkey's done", and he'd say"so what!" And go back to sleep. With grandma gone, holidays hurt, I can see that now, now that our kids have grown and gone A longing creeps in of holidays filled with laughter. I wonder and hope and wait. Will they come again? 9-23-18

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Heidi Sands

Date: 10/23/2018 3:47:00 PM

I am happy to have been led to this beautiful and special poem. Colorful and meaningful. I can feel the longing too :) Well done Connie!

Susan Ashley

Date: 10/7/2018 10:04:00 PM

Oh, Connie, your wistful poem is filled with longing for the past, of times together with beloved family, now gone.. your melancholy nostalgia melts my heart and moves my soul. You convey exquisite and evocative emotion beautifully. Warmest wishes my lovely friend.. ~Susan

Paul Callus

Date: 10/6/2018 3:22:00 PM

Ah! Such memories stay alive in our minds, but they will never return....yet, we can give our grandchildren the chance to experience them, too! Love this poem, Connie; autumn's muse keeps you lovely company:) Regards // paul

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 10/6/2018 5:45:00 PM

Sharing stories lets our descendants know relatives that they will never know, a bit about their personality other than just seeing them through a black and white photo. Thank you Paul. : )

Duke Beaufort

Date: 10/1/2018 9:05:00 PM

The passing of time does mean there will be losses so each fall is its own. You have real sentimental color in these words.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 10/1/2018 2:54:00 PM

ohh, languid are your reminisces, connie... fall does enthrall and flood us with bittersweet memories!... winning wishes and huggs

Matthew Anish

Date: 9/29/2018 9:19:00 AM

One misses those who were around during the holidays as you show in this fine ode. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 9/29/2018 4:28:00 AM

Phantasmagorical Autumn hues and poetic splendor dear, Connie!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/28/2018 9:36:00 PM

this is so nostalgic, connie. I keep forgetting the state you grew up in! This is for Silent One's contest? It could sure work for it.

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 9/29/2018 1:08:00 AM

Yes, I made it into ten lines. He mentioned he had a contest going on. I knew my grandfather after he moved to California from Kansas in the late 1930's. Thanks : )

M. L. Kiser

Date: 9/26/2018 9:11:00 PM

Now that really takes me back years; thanks for a great memory of my own family holiday dinners. We had a houseful when I was a kid and I wish I'd recorded many of those old stories they'd tell. Sadly, one doesn't think to do that when you're young. A wonderful read.

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 9/26/2018 8:20:00 PM

A lovely poem on a colorful season. love phyl

Chris Green

Date: 9/26/2018 10:47:00 AM

Beautifully crafted Connie and such a delight to read, even though the finale did make me look back at those days and well, miss them when the kids were younger and things were different. But now I guess, the grandkids will fill those slots. : )

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 9/26/2018 2:18:00 PM

Having my granddaughter to help raise has made all the difference and is even sweeter because I am retired and not away from home so much. I have time to offer which is a precious gift. Thank you Chris. : )

Winged Warrior

Date: 9/25/2018 2:24:00 PM

Sweet Autumn memories Connie...we all have had them...hopefully they will return my friend...love & Autumn...^WW^

Silent One

Date: 9/25/2018 1:44:00 PM

Autumn really does inspire you Connie.. sadly people go, but memories always remain..You might like my new contest..

Mike Gentile

Date: 9/24/2018 12:10:00 PM

Connie, I do so share you thoughts and memories expressed in this wonderfully emotive write. I have to believe that they will come again and that also new holidays and new memories will be made for those behind us XXOO

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 9/25/2018 6:05:00 PM

Thank you Mike. My children live across the ocean. One daughter lives here and has blessed me with a granddaughter that thinks I hung the moon, so I cant complain but I do miss all my relatives who have passed on. Thank you. : )

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/24/2018 11:26:00 AM

I love how you incorporate family love, and people well-loved who have passed into this sweet poem. Grandpa is so real, I smiled at his part!

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 9/25/2018 6:16:00 PM

I never had a father growing up and so I was close to my grandfather. He passed away when I was 19 and I still think about him often. He never got over losing my grandmother. She passed away before I was born at age of 50. Thank you Caren. : ) xxoo

Arthur Vaso

Date: 9/24/2018 1:57:00 AM

I really enjoyed reading this Connie! Beautiful poem. I love the fall.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/23/2018 4:54:00 PM

Loved the autumn hues in your poem intertwined with memories of days passed..especially those spent with the departed. A poem of love for the family and longing for happiness ..resonates in every way. well written, as always, Connie.