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Array ( [sid] => 178636 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Memories And Me [time] => 2014-06-28 14:53:17 [hometext] => As you get older memories become as tangible as anything ells. [bodytext] => Memories And Me

The Puppies are sleeping
And I smell coffee in the air.
It’s snowing outside
But I don’t care.

I can see them coming
From miles away.
The memories they have come
And they have come to stay.

I let them in
And we talk for a while
They tell me things
That make me smile.

It’s back in the days
When I was a child.
When things were simpler
And the days were mild.

I’m in the front yard
And I haven’t a care
There’s my little dog
That used to be there.

We go out back
pup, memories and me
Where the old tank still stands
Deep in the willow trees.

I hear daddy calling
He’s worried about me
I can see that old crooked finger
It’s shaking in the breezes.

Daddy, pup, the memories and me
We go up to the house
To have dinner
With the family.

I can feel this memory a coming
as I sit down
Tea glasses rattling
It’s the Train shaking the ground.

Momma’s in the kitchen
Putting chicken on a plate
She tells me to eat
it’s getting late.

I see Larry and James
And sissy and Paul
And yes momma and daddy
God knows I love them all.

The day is getting late
And the sun is going down
I have to go back
where I started this round.

I put pup down
And memories tell me
It’s not that far back
as they can see

I stand for a moment
And laugh and smile
I tell the family
I got to go for a while

I say it’s time
For me to go back home
To where my boys are sleeping,
All alone. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 23 [informant] => texasman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
Memories And Me

Contributed by texasman on Saturday, 28th June 2014 @ 02:53:17 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Memories And Me

The Puppies are sleeping
And I smell coffee in the air.
It’s snowing outside
But I don’t care.

I can see them coming
From miles away.
The memories they have come
And they have come to stay.

I let them in
And we talk for a while
They tell me things
That make me smile.

It’s back in the days
When I was a child.
When things were simpler
And the days were mild.

I’m in the front yard
And I haven’t a care
There’s my little dog
That used to be there.

We go out back
pup, memories and me
Where the old tank still stands
Deep in the willow trees.

I hear daddy calling
He’s worried about me
I can see that old crooked finger
It’s shaking in the breezes.

Daddy, pup, the memories and me
We go up to the house
To have dinner
With the family.

I can feel this memory a coming
as I sit down
Tea glasses rattling
It’s the Train shaking the ground.

Momma’s in the kitchen
Putting chicken on a plate
She tells me to eat
it’s getting late.

I see Larry and James
And sissy and Paul
And yes momma and daddy
God knows I love them all.

The day is getting late
And the sun is going down
I have to go back
where I started this round.

I put pup down
And memories tell me
It’s not that far back
as they can see

I stand for a moment
And laugh and smile
I tell the family
I got to go for a while

I say it’s time
For me to go back home
To where my boys are sleeping,
All alone.




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Re: Memories And Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Saturday, 28th June 2014 @ 03:46:10 PM AEST
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I couldn't help but take this journey back to my own childhood. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.....
JenniK


Re: Memories And Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 28th June 2014 @ 07:56:38 PM AEST
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this makes one think in a vivid way about
tangible placeholders in ones life.

Extremely well put and a pleasure to read!

Thanks Texasman - and save this one yourself because it is a real dandy of a poem!

Peace!




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