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Poetry/Free Verse/Going Back
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1603-733-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023

Written, December 10, 2023
For the International Contest, Any Theme Any Form
Sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 12/10/2023

First Place

Submitted to the International contest, Your Choose
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/24/2024

Fourth Place

Free cottage house landscape illustration

I often go back to my old home where I was happy as a young girl memories of Christmas still fresh in my head oh, where do the years go where did that little girl go mom and dad are in heaven now and my beloved grandma too and sister I remember snowball kitty a Christmas stocking gift dad had a hard time keeping her there I miss the park at the end of our street I spent hours there watching the ducks and swans on the pond spent hours and hours laying under the ancient trees I was dad's Christmas tree helper cannot forget the year dad cut down a tree much too tall to get in our house mom was so upset 'cause dad cut off the top and she yelled "where will I put my angel!" oh memories memories come flooding back . . .

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Susan Ashley

Date: 2/4/2024 5:31:00 PM

Dear Constance, I enjoyed being immersed in your intimate, tender reverie. Simply beautiful in soft childhood memories of Christmas. So very moving, so bittersweet. Congrats for your win in Brian's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Constance La France
Date: 2/4/2024 7:26:00 PM

Susan, thank you for your comment, compliment and congrats, blessings, Constance

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 12/11/2023 5:52:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. A Lovely write/picture. Christmas comes with both good/bad memories. Hold on the the good ones/let the bad ones go. I have had to learn this. Have a blessed day writing away.......................

Constance La France
Date: 12/12/2023 2:51:00 AM

Paula, thank you so much for the congratulation, compliment and comment, I am trying hard to let go of the sad memories but they keep creeping back, blessings

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 12/10/2023 5:59:00 PM

what a nostalgic and uplifting poem, Constance. I enjoyed journey back in time with you to your childhood days. The way you constructed your poem combined with your word choices created such evocative realism. I have to fave this one. Have a great evening, Sara. PS best wishes with the contest

Constance La France
Date: 12/10/2023 10:56:00 PM

Sara, thank you so much for the comment, compliment, encouragement, and FAV, appreciate

Silent One

Date: 12/10/2023 12:03:00 PM

A nostalgic poem for the contest dear Constance.. Congratulations on your placement in it.

Constance La France
Date: 12/10/2023 10:57:00 PM

Silent, thank you so much for the compliment and congratulations, appreciate

Daniel Turner

Date: 12/10/2023 8:19:00 AM

This poem brought back many memories of my own, Constance. It's crazy how back then I thought it would always be that way. I miss my family also:( Merry Christmas, Constance:)

Constance La France
Date: 12/10/2023 10:58:00 PM

Daniel, thank you so much for the comment on my poem, I miss mine also the most at Christmastime, Merry Christmas !

Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/10/2023 1:08:00 AM

I always find Christmas quite an emotional time, you look back at Christmases past and remember loved ones you once shared it with no longer with us. There will be another empty seat at our table this year as my mother in law passed away three months ago. For the kids it's magical and we adults try to put on a brave face for their sake. Tom

Constance La France
Date: 12/10/2023 10:59:00 PM

Tom, thank you so much for the comment, I find Christmas very difficult, I put on a happy face but its just not the same, blessings