Sweet Memories of My Early Childhood
SWEET MEMORIES OF MY EARLY CHILDHOOD
How Sweet To The Heart Are The Scenes Of My Childhood
Samuel Woodworth, 1785 - 1842
HOW SWEET IT WAS TO BE LOVED, BE SHOWERED
WITH LOVE SWEET LOVE THAT I HOLD AND TREASURE.
LOVE THAT MADE ME FEEL SECURED, EMPOWERED.
WHEN MY GRANDPA CAME FROM WORK, HE MADE SURE
TO BRING ME A LOLLIPOP I ENJOYED.
HE MASSAGED MY FEET, A KIND OF A CURE
FOR MY DARN FEET HURT AND KEPT ME ANNOYED.
WE WALKED AROUND TOWN TO PASS THE TIME
WHILE HE JOKED AND I GIGGLED THAT BROUGHT JOY.
MY GRANDMA TOOK ME TO THE BEACH AT TIMES,
WHEN I HAD BOUTS OF COLD TO BREATHE THE AIR
FROM THE SEA TO GET BETTER IN NO TIME.
WE PICKED UP SHELLS WHILE OUR FEET WERE BARE.
SAT ON THE SHORE AND ATE HER GOOD RICE CAKES.
SHE TOLD STORIES FOR ME TO BE AWARE.
THESE PRECIOUS MEMORIES KEEP ME AWAKE
WHEN I BAKE A RICE CAKE AND MY FEET ACHE.
11/19/20 Constance La France TERZA RIMA POETRY
Copyright © Marilene Evans | Year Posted 2020
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