Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

Giggles

Some memories from childhood
are hard to forget.
I now remember one
without regret.

Our house never knew a lock.
No need for anyone to ever knock.
How strange then to find
no entry at the front....but never mind.

Around the back I dashed.
The scullery door for sure unlatched.
In I bounded but again how strange,
the main room of the house remained
unassessable.

My little eight year old brain was puzzled.
I stood there silently befuddled.
'Twas then I heard my mother's giggles.
Muffled.



11/12/2019

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James Inman October 3, 2020 at 9:53 AM What must you have thought, Jean. A little blush if you were mature for eight, or did you knock on the door? Clever write for an interesting memory that has lasted so long. Jean Murray October 3, 2020 at 12:56 PM I knew enought not to knock James.

Andrea Dietrich December 16, 2019 at 3:22 PM hmm, your mom was quite the little trickster!! this was really cute. Jean Murray December 16, 2019 at 7:10 PM Unfortunately Andrea, my parents were unhappily married 99% of their time together. So this little 1% I unwittingly listened to is precious. Christmas hugs.

Alexis Y. December 15, 2019 at 5:08 PM Hi Jean, You penned such a great childhood memory. So apt for the contest theme. I wish you the best of luck in the contest. Happy Holidays to you and your family and friends. Enjoy your evening:-) Alexis Jean Murray December 15, 2019 at 5:38 PM And the same to you Alexis. Thank you for stopping by with such warm greetings.

Na Na December 11, 2019 at 5:01 PM Nice one Jean. Best of luck in the contest Jean Murray December 12, 2019 at 1:10 PM Thank you Gregory.