Memories Comments

you say your childhood experiences didn’t make “much impact”, but indeed they DID; you just didn’t realize it until they were long past/passed and you are sitting rocking to and fro in your chair, looking out the window from behind YOUR drapes, waiting in anticipation of your own sons’ visits. favorite lines so far: “The naughty pranks of my siblings Whose merry laughter made our little nest ring” AND: “Of the days when my heart never knew any sorrow And I remained an alien to life’s pressures As I lose myself in the upsurge of memories Of those whom I shall never see any more I loathe to tell myself… never shall come again The same ecstatic joy of innocent childhood! ” “whom” or “who”? I bow to the (retired) English professor’s knowledge. yes, childhood for many (the lucky children) was “pleasures”. NOW, for many, adulthood is more “pressures”. sometimes I think back and wonder how tough it may have been at times for my parents to bring home enough money to pay for groceries for 5 kids (and sometimes pets) , shoes, camp fees, dental visits, and the like. and to have the time and energy to do the laundry, cooking, and washing dishes, ironing, lawn mowing, and house painting. [when we kids got old enough to be somewhat independent, my mom went to work the night shift at the hospital (nurse) and also did most of the typical housewife work as well.] if my parents were still alive I might ask them. I DID know “sorrow” once as a child [maybe more]. once I tried to ‘come close’ to hitting a sparrow with an arrow. the little bird was sitting on a low branch about ten feet from me. I was about 9 years old. I aimed and let the arrow fly! “where did sparrow go? ” I didn’t see it on the branch. I didn’t see it fly away. I walked to the other side of the tree and found my arrow lying on the ground with the bird surrounding the center of the arrow’s shaft, dead! I cried and hid the ‘poor bird’ under a piece of wood near a fence. BUT most of childhood was a wonderful time compared to much of adulthood. I still can climb a tree (sort of) . thanks for the memories. bri :) to MyPoemList

Your nostalgia, I am certain, would have fetched into the mind of your readers their own individual nostalgia. I wish a time machine would one day be invented that would take us into the tourism of the past!

To feel the love of everyone and everything I have ever loved, that is something I really look forward to feeling again. 'Memories' is beautiful. Thank you.

I pass through this phase so often. And far too many memories. Yet they all come crowding into you. We pass through Life but once. and we pass through each phase but once too. Lovely.

A beautiful reminiscence of left out golden days of the life which is surely the childhood days.Though it's painful but gives a little solace remembering those lovely carefree days with nature and family, when both these two are distancing gradually at present. You may read my old poem My golden days

A poem filled with nostalgia for lost childhood. Sweet and beautiful. Infectious too. Well done, Valsa-ji. (10)

It is a privilege that you have shared these memories with us that are so close to your heart. I adored reading. When we only have memories we must keep them strong by that window sill.

Thats absolutely true...childhood never comes back, only the memories stay with us...you have very beautifully described your childhood and how we all long for those days. Very nice write Mam

Innocent childhood will never come back but we can visit it again and again in memories. Beautifully penned.

Truly, the golden memories of childhood sprout the sweet sorrow. A poem that reminds the reader of his childhood.

As I lose myself in the upsurge of memories Of those whom I shall never see any more I loathe to tell myself… never shall come again The same ecstatic joy of innocent childhood! ..... of course it is true. A stunning composition I like most. Thanks for sharing. .... 10

never shall come again, The same ecstatic joy of innocent childhood! Not just for you. We all feel the same. Childhood of each individual may vary in terms of events and incidents, but common to all in terms of learning, experiencing and enjoyment. Your poem takes us through that lovely path we all have passed long ago, with nostalgia. Lovely! Thanks for sharing.

Memories are always charming and so are the poems written on it.