Visiting Home Poem by Robin Bennett
Visiting Home
Today I took a trip back-
in time
Standing in a puddle of
deja vu, smack dab
in my childhood
neighborhood
Oh how things had
changed-
It was full of
chipped paint
dying flowers
and broken cars
I guess age took
it's toll-
Things looked old and
broken
I closed my eyes and-
clicked my heels
hoping for a
gift from Oz.
Finally I ran into
something familiar-
We called it
" the big tree"
The place where
we shared our blood
oath secrets
and carved our
initials and
scared club
vows-
I climbed aged
twisted pretzel branches
and found my prized seat
Aged oak still felt the same-
comfortable and safe
All the carvings were
still as we had left
them
I even managed to
remember our
secret language
Somethings still remain
the same-
As the neighborhood
crumbles around it
That tree holds
some of the
best years of my
childhood.
Robin, in a world that can be so disappointing in adulthood you managed to find a wonderful memory of your childhood. What beautiful thing that is. It actually brought a tear to my eye because sometimes I wish I could go go back to those days of innocence. Really touched my heart. Lynn Stillman
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5/4/2024 10:41:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I think you are my secret twin. I had several 'special' trees, one at school, one at home, and only climbed the one at home. I felt untouchable up there camouflaged among the silver maple leafs..did secret agent spying on many an unsuspecting passer-by, I did..and secret code too, and still read and write it..have befuddled many a person with it, but one sweet savvy high school teacher made me write a message so he could decode it (truth be told, I was a little sweet on him- a crush- but so horridly shy he would have gotten no sign of it back then lol) ..decided adults weren't all as screwy as they sometimes seemed. I enjoyed looking through your eyes at your old neighborhood..wonder would my eyes tell the same tales? Methinks yes, the cars and houses are in much worse shape now, the inhabitants buried in graveyards by now, or almost. Nobody prepared me for the way everyone I knew was going to disappear, even childhood friends..the one I still talked to died a few years ago and I never found out till last month..what is so darn important in this life that we never go back again- until it's too late?