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I Used To

I used to dream of marrying one day a princely man! My soul mate he would be. I dreamed of visiting lands far away. That dream I lived! It’s now a memory! I used to like to kick a ball and run the bases, ride my purple Sting Ray bike, skip rope, play tag and other games so fun which have become the things I USED to like! I watch my grandson get excited by a visit to the park, a simple toy. . . He’s unaware how fast that time can fly and how - one day - he’ll miss his childhood joy! And what he’s dreaming, I can too recall. . . as bliss I found in things when I was small! Aug. 21, 2015 for the Childhood Dreams Poetry Contest of Silent One

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James Inman

Date: 8/27/2015 8:22:00 AM

Andrea, beautiful write. I'm afraid I have found over the years I dream too much. It tends to get in the way of who I am (living in the past and imagined unrealistic futures).

Thabang Ngoma

Date: 8/24/2015 12:44:00 PM

Dear Andrea...we project ourselves in our kids, we want to live again in their energetic youth and fresh new ideas and limitless imagination...if only they knew not to waste it and or take it for granted...beautifully written & heartfelt *******(:heers, Tbang

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 8/24/2015 5:36:00 AM

Charming and profound, dear Andrea. We could live again our childhood through our children and especially our grandchildren!

Matthew Anish

Date: 8/23/2015 10:26:00 PM

Youth fades with the seasons unfortunately. You capture the onrush of time in this work Best of luck in the contest. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Sandra Haight

Date: 8/23/2015 6:52:00 PM

Very nice Sonnet, Andrea. Yes, your words describe well the "I used to" that we all feel as our childhood dreams were met, but also continue through to be recalled through our kids and grand kids. I enjoyed your write, and wish you the best for the contest. Sandra

Jennifer Walker

Date: 8/23/2015 6:50:00 PM

I hope you still dream some dreams that will one day come true sis. Had me thinking what dreams I dreamed and if they ever came true.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/23/2015 7:40:00 AM

Ahhh!!! Childhood can be wonderful and it can be a terror just according to circumstances..It is good to have dreams and to keep on dreaming for some of those dreams will come true..Thanks for stopping by..The question is what or who is that tattered quilt?..Yes, I would hate to have the job of checking lines to make sure the person just got the fifty lines in a Blitz..Sara

Kp Nunez

Date: 8/23/2015 4:46:00 AM

This is such a delightful read. Reminds us that children find joy in the littlest things, mostly when an adult finds time to join with them. Thanks for this nostalgic ride, Andie. Way to go! hugs

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/22/2015 9:46:00 PM

G'day Andrea... a sonnet presented as a sonnet should be. Nicely worded reflection on life as a child and on what your grandson can expect - Lindsay

Constance La France

Date: 8/22/2015 2:13:00 PM

Andrea, so sweetly penned, I really like your childhood memories A7 ~~

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/22/2015 1:09:00 PM

This is such a sweet poem Andrea. It is the little things that we remember, things that make us happy. Great poem for the contest! 7

Edlynn Nau

Date: 8/22/2015 12:57:00 PM

GREAT! Love it and we all look back and become nostalgic. We also mourn the loss of what we once could do. Lucky though if there are grandchildren. They are the time machines to our past. We are there's for the future.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 8/22/2015 11:57:00 AM

That's sweet, Andrea...very sweet, indeed. How things change....days pass so quickly. Love write...full of nostalgia...Hugs

Jan Allison

Date: 8/22/2015 11:57:00 AM

Simply charming Andrea I love the way you have brought us from the past to present:-) good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx7

Paul Callus

Date: 8/22/2015 11:51:00 AM

I can truly relate to this poem, Andrea. Young age was full of fun and adventure, bursting with dreams! Those days will never come back again, but at least we have the memories:) Having my young granddaughter living with me has helped to rekindle some of these past emotions. // paul

Daver Austin

Date: 8/22/2015 11:13:00 AM

Love it. A grandmother's perspective, so human. Love, daver

Tim Smith

Date: 8/22/2015 10:47:00 AM

I had the green stingray... Never let that child in you go Andrea. It keeps us young.