I watch the shadows of passing people through the nursing home window,
I long for choice,
Freedom is like the luxury of driving a Rolls-Royce,
I long for the fields around Carrick and the sweet sound of my sister's voice,
Laughing and chatting with her natural exuberance,
Like her words were preparing to dance,
In the easterly breeze,
With her sassiness as the day was seized,
I used to love picking the blackberries,
Underneath azure skies and feeling merry,
We would roam through the fields with a natural contentment,
That I would long for again and again in later years,
My marriage was controlled by fear,
A man of many moods,
Like the changing Irish skies dramatically etched
Into my mindset, living with him was a quest
To find peace like an impossible test,
My loving daughter Ivy and my son in law Dickie gave me a home
They are the best,
Tranquil years of living and loving,
My rheumatoid arthritis never stopped my day's beat,
No defeat
For my spirit rising to skies astray,
With the warmth of sunshine rays,
I walked in a slow, painful way,
I always had scope to make friends each day,
Years flew by with such ease,
Now I'm bed ridden and life is just a tease,
Looking out the window at fleeting shadows,
Watching people pass by and hating this foe,
I long for the fields around Carrick
And my favourite sister's towering personality,
She was like a tornado of energy in the tranquil county Offaly fields,
Our happy appeal,
As my eyes close I'm with her hand in hand
Walking through the fields of Carrick,
Basking in the morning sunshine
Of a childhood memory so fine.
Walking through the fields of Carrick, Basking in the morning sunshine Of a childhood memory so fine. Recollecting the memories of Grand Parents is always sweet and if the re collector is a poet it ends in such beautiful poems.............10
Well done Hazel. You've breathed new life into your granmother's being. I felt that I knew the lady myself as I was reading this piece. It sometimes saddens me to hear an elderly person reminiscing about the good old days. Remembering the exuberances of youth. She undoubtedly had a hard life but she shared a mutual love with the members of her family, and that is priceless.
Very nicely envisioned and presented. Best phraseology. I read the poem and enjoyed. The lines most I like are.....To find peace like an impossible test, My loving daughter Ivy and my son in law Dickie gave me a home They are the best, Tranquil years of living and loving, Thanks. .......10
The morning of memorable memories has broken in this beautiful poem
Wow! honest and a heart warming poem full of warmth and love, for a memory of childhood so fine and also shows a glimpse of your life.
Laughing and chatting with her natural exuberance, Like her words were preparing to dance, A nostalgic poem opening windows into the past.
In every aging and ailing person, there is a craving for the joys and adventures of exuberant youth! I can very well relate to your grandmother imprisoned inside the hospital room with youthful cravings and a debilitated body! Greatly enjoyed this poem arousing nostalgic longings! A 10
Certainly grand mama was a beautiful lady with a brave heart to pull up the cart of life with her loving kids. May God give her more love peace and strength to rejoice rest of her life. An awesome write with sincere emotion. Thanks for sharing. Regards once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Hazel. Though I am not terribly old, I too long for the simplicity and joy of my youth. Thanks for sharing Peace