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For the  Fondest Memory Poetry Contest of  Julianne Williams

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In My Eighth Year

The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.

The gift exchange when relatives would meet.
Some traveled far to Grandma's little town.
The feast and seeing cousins, such a treat!
We  stayed and played until the sun went down.

The program at our church where all took part.
Our flock was small but talent did not lack.
The joyous songs; before we would depart;
the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack!

No holiday to come could be as dear
as when I was a child in my eighth year!
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May Avatar
October 5, 2024 at 5:13 PM
Wonderful memories Andrea, Congrats on your win
Williams Avatar
October 4, 2024 at 3:55 PM
Singing at church and time spent with my grandma was also, and still is a favourite of mine. enjoyed reading your poem Thank you for entering the contest and congrats on your placement x
Dietrich Avatar
October 4, 2024 at 4:48 PM
Thanks so much for the win, Julianne.
Goldsmith Avatar
October 1, 2024 at 1:12 PM
What a lovely write/story. Sounds like you had a great time. Have a blessed day writing away...............
Empress Avatar
October 1, 2024 at 7:16 AM
This is such a nostalgic write. When i was younger too things were so different and human connection was more stronger. I love this. This really is perfect for the fondest memory contest! Youv expressed so well with such brilliant rhymes! Best wishes! Sending you light always sweet andrea
Crandall Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 10:32 PM
Aw, what a nice description. Yep, it's hard to match the magical experience of an 8 year old.
Romios Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 4:41 PM
Awesome pen, Andrea. Nicely done, not..overdone. In essence, you were describing my eighth year. ~))) At times, I wish I could walk through the door through the magic land of the past. But with a poem like this? You magically took me there!! A FAVE Hugs Pangie xx
Gifford Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 1:24 PM
It's always nice looking back at the past and when it was a happy one, the heart rejoices. This is a wonderful poem, Andrea. Wishing you a fabulous new week.
Dietrich Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 3:32 PM
thanks
Read Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 1:03 PM
Lovely memories Andrea, I do belive Christmas as now lost its magic and meaning compared to years ago.
Dietrich Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 3:30 PM
yes, it surely has.
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