Heidi Sands Poet Rhyme

Teapot

I have a teapot from many years ago
From where I grew up, taken by the under toe
That stole me, from the days that I had there
Where I could be free and play everywhere

I also have the baby spoon from the early days
When later devilish wind took us separate ways
The new times were bad, with fear day and night
Gripping stuffed animals, holding onto them tight

So, I think back to the beginning; where the teapot came from
I pick memories like flowers and then hold onto some
The teapot whistles stories that no-one ever heard
I will keep on writing through it, with every single word

From the bright start of morning, to the dark fallen night
The words will travel on, beyond every new sight
I was there to see the teapot then and here to see it now
The painted flowered teapot and I, survived it all somehow

Heidi Sands

9/25/17

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Paul Callus September 26, 2017 at 3:37 PM A lovely poem teeming with nostalgia, Heidi. Those memories will keep coming back each time you set eyes on that teapot which survives the test of time. Regards // paul Heidi Sands September 26, 2017 at 4:16 PM Thank you Paul and you are right, the memories do come back each time, looking at it :)

Vijay Pandit September 25, 2017 at 7:29 PM Good memories to hold on to! Heidi Sands September 25, 2017 at 7:33 PM Yes, thank you Vijay! :)

Kim Rodrigues September 25, 2017 at 7:24 PM Love it...though it's sad, filled with difficult memories. Sounds like a lovely momento. Heidi Sands September 25, 2017 at 7:27 PM Thank you Kim. Happy to hear you like this one :)