Martina Moriarty

Rookie - 342 Points (15/04/1964 / Kerry)

My First Memory - Poem by Martina Moriarty

I was twenty four months, and twenty days old
I know this to be fact!
I have my incarceration papers to prove it.

This house was not a home no mercy there.

The polished wooden Hallway looked like a Glories sunny train, waiting on the platform of Hope.
I saw my dancing Silhouette for the first time do exactly as I did..
I joyfully skipped down the run-way of wonder
I held the hand of my Blood Sister who knew the place well!
I was happy right then-

Until we reached the end
I knew right then
the feeling of fear!

I turned to see the sunshine passage
as the air turned sour, I felt sick
I saw the shaped shadow of me escape without warning,
my heart cried out...as I watched it run away.


Comments about My First Memory by Martina Moriarty

  • Rookie - 390 Points Marie Shine (2/5/2015 3:53:00 PM)

    'A house with love = A house without love (So sorry! Can't edit my comment, Martina.
    Blessings, dear... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 390 Points Marie Shine (2/5/2015 3:51:00 PM)

    The sensitivity of a very young child is beautifully portrayed in this excellent inking, Martina. An older child may not have been quite so sensitive to the dark side of a bright day, to shadows, to the ambiance of the house, which caused fear deep within. A house with love is only a house, it can never be a home. It is the love within a house which makes it a home. The imagery paints a picture from both sides of the coin of life: One side is of happiness and joy and the other side of sickening fear, and portrays very well the feelings within the poem. Excellent word choice! I have so enjoyed reading and I thank you for sharing. Blessings always, dear... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 342 Points Martina Moriarty Mc Carthy (9/2/2013 6:13:00 PM)

    Hi Heather

    Thank you for reading and your lovely comment

    Martina xxx (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,846 Points Heather Wilkins (9/2/2013 11:38:00 AM)

    a house was not a home no mercy there. a house is never a home home is where the heart is. good write (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 342 Points Martina Moriarty Mc Carthy (8/29/2013 1:53:00 PM)

    Hi Bradley...at the end...the house showed the blackness of a bright day...and the mood changed so quickly it scared a child half to death in the blink of a mindful moment.
    Thank you for stopping by you are very kind.

    Martina xxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013


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