jim foulk

Rookie (july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

Tip Of My Memory - Poem by jim foulk

On the tip of my memory
of a time so distant
sitting at kitchen table
watching my mother.

She was cooking one of her
fine means, as she always did,
remembering how young
she was.

Miss those days of old
when we would just talk
of her telling me of her youth,
now I'm older than she was then.

All of this just on tip of
my memory, so long ago
as days go by, memory fading
away to days so distant.


Comments about Tip Of My Memory by jim foulk

  • (1/26/2016 6:13:00 PM)

    taking turns in clutch of time...nice (Report) Reply

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  • (4/28/2007 1:44:00 PM)

    You are so right, how is it that the things that are so dear to us can seem such a long time ago, and looking back older than she was then, strange how the world spins Jim
    All the very best to you
    And thankyou for sharing this poem of understanding
    Love duncan X
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  • (4/25/2007 7:30:00 PM)

    What a fine, heart warming write. Memories are forever.

    As always,

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  • (4/22/2007 8:16:00 PM)

    Savor those memories Jim, well penned. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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