Wanderings and Ponderings of Children a Mothers Memories

                  

                     I've treasured memories like purest of gold

              Which are pondered in thought as I am growing old

                           Of my little children a long time ago

                           And the questions they posed, they

                                    just wanted to know

                         Of animals, bugs, and of toads,

                                     snails or slugs

                  Of fabric and string, Oh! Can we make a rug?

                            And of funniest words that they 

                                found simply absurd
 
                          And of people and places 

                          of which little ears heard.
 
                         Who, when, where? What?! 

                                Oh, Mommy how?

                                And why? Why? 

                   Why mommy, aren't we allowed?!
           
                        
                  Of questions, this mommy had heard

                                      Every day

                     As the children discovered through

                                their world and play

                 The seashells from the wonderous sea
 
                         The world, their university

               And thus this theme which now I ponder

                As back in time my memories wander
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Godwin Avatar
May 29, 2025 at 7:56 PM
All my maternal parts are crying and you caused it. My heart and brain combined in an empathetic whine they may not stop for a while. I relate I know all that you poetically flowed ... CayCay
Hind Avatar
May 29, 2025 at 5:11 PM
So sweet. They are blessed to have you as a mother! I love this cute poem. <3
Buehler Avatar
May 28, 2025 at 8:19 PM
This meaningful, touching poem was a pleasure to read, BJ. Thank you for sharing. Very best wishes. :)
Dietrich Avatar
May 23, 2025 at 8:04 AM
Such days those were, right. You expressed them really well here
Buhagiar Avatar
May 22, 2025 at 1:30 AM
It is good that children ask questions. That's the way they learn.
George Avatar
May 18, 2025 at 5:48 AM
When I look back, I too find a hoard of memories heaped in my mind about my children when they were young. How I wish those beautiful times had come back. With the volley of innocent questions they put one after another, I used to feel impatient amid many responsibilities and no time at hand. But now when the house has fallen silent, how I wish they were around with those questions. Enjoyed your poem dear B.J
Y'Mous Avatar
May 17, 2025 at 4:34 PM
My dear and loving, BJ, I know that during this time we are so busy being parents and taking care of the household that it is easy to dismiss our children's questions "for more important stuff". But a loving mother like you would not overlook the instruction part and pass it down for generations. Good thought-provoking poem.
Kendrick Avatar
May 17, 2025 at 4:15 PM
I like the rhyming of this one and the creativeness. Children add so much to a home and to our lives when we think back about things they said and did. Thank you for sharing this one with us. Sara K
Poet Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 8:53 AM
Dear, BJ, another fantastic poem reflects on the cherished memories of a mother as she recalls the curiosity and innocence of her children during their formative years. It emphasizes the importance of childhood questions and the exploration of the world, portraying these moments as invaluable treasures.
M  Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 7:20 AM
Such a heart touching write BJ….it will resonate with many a mum….it did with me. Simply beautiful….Debx
Rodrigues Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 6:14 AM
Memory trinkets are the best! I think I need to travel back in time through my old photographs. I think I need to remember when the kids were little.
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