Cona Adams Poet Couplet

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Published in MSPS Anthology
  Gems from the Past - 2006

Memory Lane

Wandering memory lane, childhood days of yore;
Aunt Minnie and Uncle Carl whose spirits go before.

Grandfather, stoic and silent; Grandmother, full of chatter.
granting to us a legacy of conduct and values which matter.

Wistfully, I walk the lane, gathering into my heart
visions of carefree days, to fill my rolling cart.
 
When clouds hide the path and my wheels hit a snag,
I'll pull out loving memories, banish thoughts that drag.

Memory road is congested, we must guide the sleigh
through centuries of lessons and throw the trash away.

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Pashang Salehi January 29, 2016 at 3:03 PM Your yore is better than mine... Cheers Cona Adams January 30, 2016 at 6:12 AM Thanks for the visit, Pashang Salehi. I took my own advice, and "threw the trash away" and simply focused on the good. God is my strength, and he helped me over the rough spots. Blessings to you.

Lizzy Love April 7, 2015 at 10:27 AM Quite an enjoyable read, feelings of nostalgia :) Lizzy Love April 7, 2015 at 12:37 PM awww thanx so much sweets! :) Lizzy Love April 7, 2015 at 12:37 PM My pleasure! :) Cona Adams April 7, 2015 at 12:27 PM Thanks for reading and commenting, Lizzy Love. Great name, by the way.

Cona Adams March 19, 2015 at 9:54 AM Thanks so much, Connie, for visiting to read. Yes, I've written many poems about my mom and only brother. She lived to 93, but he died when he was my age. He was only 18 months older than I, so it was a wake-up call. But you are so right. Poetry and memories keep them alive in our hearts.

Connie Marcum Wong March 18, 2015 at 5:08 PM My memories mingled with yours as I read this poem, I longed for my own aunt Minnie who passed away three years ago. Poetry and our memories keep them alive. Thank you Cona, for taking me with you down memory lane. I was moved by your words.

Ilene Bauer March 12, 2015 at 6:33 PM nice one, cona! i especially love the 4th verse... Cona Adams March 13, 2015 at 4:17 AM Hello, Ilene. Thanks for visiting. In this technical world we live in, with everything rolling into the "clouds" our memories may be the only thing we have left. I'm so grateful for poetry soup. All the best to you.