Brie Carter

Rookie - 0 Points (March 12,1994 / Dalton)

An Old Record - Poem by Brie Carter

Stars revolving in the dark fabric of the night above
Moonlight trickling through the curtains
Silence....
My cries shatter the hazy veil of dreams
My mother jolts herself awake with sagging eyes and ruffled hair
Only to find beside her-an empty pillow
My father is already at my crib
Gently lifting me up.
My head on his shoulder
He rocks me in the cradle of his arms.
My cries cease as
The voices of the Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel
Pitter patter in my ears like the soothing sound of a night rain
Ebbing and flowing my mind back
Into the deep, shadowy sea of sleep.
Years later, sitting in a car with my friends
'April Come She Will' or 'Sound of Silence'
Crackles through to oldies radio station
And I am taken back to that place in my memory-
That place of unblemished contentiment
Where I know I will be taken care of
Where I know my father will be there to rescue me
With a shoudler to rock me on and an old record.


Comments about An Old Record by Brie Carter

  • Rookie - 145 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (6/26/2009 1:06:00 AM)

    very very good., , , , , , , , , , , , , (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie ~EmmaLeigh~ Smith (5/29/2009 9:37:00 PM)

    beautiful, and sweet. I hope you let your father read this one. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Reshma Ramesh (11/5/2008 5:31:00 AM)

    ohhhh! ! ! ! ! ! this is so deep and meaningful....memories....beautiful... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, June 12, 2009


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