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Holding my baby brother for the first time, September 1942

My Fondest Memory


There are so many fondest memories
     that I've accumulated thru the years;
but going back to when I was so young,
     there's one that I remember most of all.

I was an only child till age of three,
     but then a gift, my baby brother came.
Our front door opened, there he was so small,
     and magically they placed him in my arms.

I still remember this as such a thrill...
     just like my dolly, but so very real,
with softest cheeks, a tiny rosebud mouth
     and cutest booties on his tiny feet.

So many years have passed, but that strong bond
     remains intact now in our winter years.
Yet that sweet vision when at first we met,
     still fills my heart with warmth until this day.


Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: My Fondest Memory
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Judged: 12/14/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Godwin Avatar
December 12, 2016 at 8:41 AM
(1) I feel exactly the same about my little sister, born when I was 7 so I certainly relate and concur, but (2) you remember things from the age of 3? Wow, I do not, mine begin at 4, 3 - nothing. This is sweet, Sandra, and, again, touches me on a personal level. I struggle with this contest because I cannot pick one memory ... CayCay
Haight Avatar
December 12, 2016 at 9:24 AM
Thanks so much for your nice visit, CayCay. Yes, my brother was born one month after I turned three years old. But, even before he was born, I remember walking with my mom and having to look past her big tummy to see the other side of the street! Yes, there are so many fond memories...so hard to choose the 'fondest.' Hugs, Sandra
Ball Avatar
December 12, 2016 at 12:14 AM
Absolutely wonderful memory Sandra. Thanks for sharing this special one with us. Love the picture. The look on your little face is priceless. It speaks volumes. I know your brother would love this if you put it on a card with the picture at the top and present it to him as a special gift. God Bless and Merry Cheristmas. A big 777 from me. JB
Haight Avatar
December 12, 2016 at 9:28 AM
Thank you so much for your supportive comments, Judy! Actually, when my brother turned 70 four years ago, I included two pictures in a double photo frame: the one above of me holding him and another taken recently then of the two of us. He loves it! Thanks for the nice rating, and I am wishing you a Blessed Christmas too! Hugs, Sandra
Dietrich Avatar
December 11, 2016 at 8:31 PM
a great fondest memory. You can turn this into the Xmas poem too on how you felt to get your favorite gift!!
Haight Avatar
December 12, 2016 at 9:29 AM
Thank you, Andrea. Yes, I could have used this poem, but I chose another favorite gift! Hugs, Sandra
Turner Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 9:30 AM
I was the baby in our family. Probably why I was so mean:) Heartwarming tale Mrs Sandra. Merry Christmas:)
Haight Avatar
December 11, 2016 at 7:23 PM
Thank you so much, Daniel. Sandra
Grasso Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 7:49 AM
Just lovely, Sandra. ...Fran
Haight Avatar
December 11, 2016 at 7:22 PM
Thank you very much, Fran. Sandra
Solomon Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 1:04 AM
This is so beautiful, Sandra. I'm new to the soup and like your poetry very much.
Haight Avatar
December 11, 2016 at 7:20 PM
First, welcome to Poetry Soup, Brendan! And thank you so much for your visit and uplifting comment. I appreciate it so much.
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