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MY POETIC TIDES OF TIME

Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed. With flowers and ribbons, painted on the ceiling above my head. . Satin slippers and a robe, so soft. A young girl, I feel when I do recall...... Those decades ago, those tender memories that are never lost! . The walk down the soft, rose-colored, carpeted stairs, I honestly felt as a princess belonging to a great monarchy somewhere. Each time I glided down those circular stairs, so rare! . I ate in the breakfast nook, on the most elegant ivory wood table, I ever saw. With a maple hutch with priceless nic nacs and family photographs. . The milk was delivered to the back door. In glass! No wax, faux de raul. The tablecloth was always clean. And heavenly pressed. Mom had fresh flowers on it, or seasonal decor. Outside, the grass was soft like God's carpet, so green,so summer fresh! I loved my bare feet, running through it. An gigantic umbrella, was there in a table of course. Bright golden yellow outside, inside of it a veritable bevy of flowers. That table so outstandingly white~ It so reflected the innocence of my very blessed days and full starlit nights. I did my homework in the dining room on a polished mahogany dining room table. Above me a sparkling crystal chandelier. Below me, i rested on dark, thick,green velvet cushions. Yes, life was more than good to me. To recall these young girlish days with you, ah! I do so quite happily, through a poetic lens of time. With you, my beloved, new poetry family.        January 21, 2020             6:30am PST Special acknowledgement to Robert Lindley, who had the kindness to inform me by Soupmail of typo errors, I had missed! Gratefully, PR xx

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Date: 1/23/2020 6:35:00 AM
You have woven a true and cherished poetic tapestry my friend. And in it ,given us a most pleasurable glimpse of days long gone but not forgotten. Such is a gift to those that see, love, enjoy and adore true poetry! A fav- a bright and shining gem too ....
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 1/23/2020 11:54:00 AM
Thank you, for journeying with me to days I can still see and recall that were so pleasurable! And bless you for faving this and calling it a gem. You, Robert, are a gem here that is not cherished, read or valued for the greatness of your poetry! The knowledge and depth of your poetry is more than outstanding. Panagiota xx
Date: 1/21/2020 10:09:00 AM
Beautiful memories Panagiota, they stay with you forever. It's a shame we have to grow up Tom
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Date: 1/21/2020 10:17:00 AM
Tom..they are precious...would be fun if there were a time machine..... But we grow just as flowers do. I hope our next life is beyond our finite expectations. Do miss my roller skates!! But we used to skate indoors in the basement and have coke and chips in winters or if it was unbearably hot in Chicago summers, se had the option of skating indoors..Such lovely thoughts, Tom Panagiota xx
Date: 1/21/2020 9:42:00 AM
Panagiota, Wonderful nostalgic memories in write. I dreamed of no less for my children. You have a truly gifted eye for details. -Richard
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Date: 1/21/2020 9:54:00 AM
Hello Richard and thank you so much! It really is wonderful to capture those thoughts. I never think of myself as having an ability to capture details. I guess that I do. Take exceptional care of your children~ they won't forget it. Panagiota xx