Tag: childhood

Come On In!

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Walk up the driveway
under the carport
and knock on the door

No one uses the front door
Not anyone familiar
with the family, anyway

There is no entry way
But a warm, welcoming den
where you’re invited to sit
and have a cup of coffee

A small table with two chairs
sits near the kitchen
A guide to the narrow hall
filled with memories of
a life well-lived 

Oh, I almost forgot
Back by the table and chairs
You passed the entrance
to the living room 

Used mostly for overflow
and the occasional nap
Its picture windows let
in warm sunlight

A front porch and a back porch
provide quiet spots for
phone calls or just a moment 
to relax and enjoy the surrounding nature

Stop by sometime! 
You’re always welcome!

Prompt 4-Write a poem that moves through the rooms of a home you’ve lived in; it could be a childhood home, your current home, or even a vacation home. 

Reunion

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Their hair, now white
But their faces hold
familiarity, reassurance

Logic causes confusion
And my brain and heart
disagree over time’s passing

As they stand nearby
Smiling and talking
I feel a flicker of childhood

My reflection disagrees
But for a brief moment
I am once again carefree

What do they see when they look at me?

We listen more intently
Our hugs linger a bit longer
And I understand it took a village

Another goodbye followed by
A renewed sense of gratitude
for this familiar reassurance

Stay Awhile

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I don’t want to leave.
But leaving is
part of living.

A visit to my
childhood home,
means leaving my
current home.

Not a permanent
leaving, only a
temporary absence.

But that visit,
sweet as it may be,
adds to my collection
of memories.

An album already full
to overflowing.

That’s the beauty
and the heartache.
A lingering hug
that says Stay awhile–
No way of knowing when
we will have another.

Interesting Companions

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We walk down the sidewalk.
Our shadows lead the way.
This time, we walk with our shoes on.
Not my preference,
But the cement is hot
from the midday sun.
It would surely burn
your little feet.
Strange, how your shadow
makes you look older-
Mine only makes me look taller.
Interesting companions, our shadows.
They seem to listen as you chatter.
Your sweet voice echoes against
the neighbor’s fence.
Do you see your shadow? I ask.
But you keep walking
and chattering and laughing.
Oh, to be innocent again,
paying no attention to those shadows.
Your only concern?
Walking, chattering, and laughing
in the bright summer sun.

Highly Recommend

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Circus-like music follows
a brief safety announcement.
Like magic, the ride begins to spin.
Music fades as laughter grows.
Waiting in line, I notice
Intricately carved horses,
ornate benches, a tiger,
even a whimsical giraffe!
This rider is not a child.
But for a few minutes, a child at heart.
Temporarily transported to childlike days.
Days when playful innocence
served as a protective shield
against the weight of the world.
If you happen to pass by
a carousel, hop on!
And if it happens to have
your favorite animal,
no other choice will do!

When researching things to do in Spokane, Washington, the Looff Carousel caught my eye. Dating back to 1909, its beautiful wood-carved animals stand in a perfect circle. Patiently waiting for their next rider.

When the opportunity arrived, I hesitated. Would I feel silly riding a carousel by myself? Maybe a little, but it was worth it! And by the way, the giraffe is my favorite animal. 😉🦒

Simply Sunday

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Around Here


Welcome! Have you visited the park before?

Oh, yes. I grew up around here.

Well, welcome back!

Kind words, friendly smiles.
Surrounded by nature.
Glass walls for viewing.
Birds flitting from tree to tree.
Squirrels scurrying across rocks.
Giant pines swaying, drawing eyes
toward slabs of slate lining the mountain.
I remember the views from above.
The world below seemed smaller
and bigger at the same time.
Perhaps I need to experience
that view again. An observer,
with added wisdom?
But for today, I’ll simply
enjoy the memory of
growing up around here.

Pinnacle Mountain State Park 💚

Considering Blue

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Have you considered
how many shades of blue
grace the sky in a single day?
Some are so deep and mysterious,
my eyes can hardly look away.
Reminds me of the truth
that there is always
another storm somewhere
in the distance.
And then there is a blue
so soft and pale, it must be
the reflection of a blanket
gently wrapped around
a brand new baby.
I can’t forget the bright
patches of clear-sky-blue.
Like pages from a storybook,
transporting me to childhood memories
of running and playing outside.
I’m beginning to understand
why blue is my favorite color.

Simply Sunday

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When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems divided into four sections: Living, Breaking, Mending, and Reflecting. Today’s poem is from the final section, Reflecting. I hope these last few weeks have provided insight into my writing style and this collection. Thanks for listening! ❤️

Childhood Whispers- Written and read by Kelley Morris

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Magic

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I love the way it stops
Us in our tracks
Forces everything to
Slow down-even time
At least, that’s how it feels –
Pausing while walking
Past a window
Watching as it gracefully
Flutters to the ground-
Slowly trapesing outside
Feet sinking under
A white, fluffy blanket-
Not only are we forced
To slow down, but
Also magically transported-
Allowing me to see the world
Through the eyes of a child
One moment, my childhood memories
Soon followed by those of my children
Until returning to the present
Where I watch
As my granddaughter steps
For the first time
Into the magic of a snowy day

Cause to Wonder

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Present my entire life
All the years prior
And will hold its place
Long after I’m gone
Freely lending itself
To spark a child’s imagination
On a big-sky night
Look! It’s following me!
A peaceful protector
Freely lending itself
To ease a grown-up’s worries
Just be still and breathe
A picture-perfect perspective
And timely reminder
Comfort and joy
Can come from far away