Precious.
Old snaps
in cobweb-box still hold sway.
Time's precious hours
caught in young smile's relaxation
recall young laughter.
Green days
of gold-meadowed long pigtails.
Tied-ankle races,
swift butterfly pre-occupation
and chasings after.
High times
of hiding to seek picked daisies.
Playing at mud cakes
in youth's open-faced dedication
to fascination.
Good years
ear-marked as free yet chained.
Adulthood soon gained
by commitment to ordered ways
sees those years as waste.
Yet hear
broadcast the saying of sages.
If we young at heart stay
and child-like remain
we become ageless.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Word perfect if you ask me... perfect anyway for such a day as this.. sun smiles and such super simple recollections... got to dash... got a plane to catch... N
Thanking you muchly though quickly and go safely my friend................. Fay
Wonderful write Fay, those cob-webbed boxes can hold some wonderful memories.
I have a cob webbed covered trunk in the loft full of photographs.
Ah - those old pictures of priceless to bring you back happy memories Andy - - hold on tight to them do.
A fine childlike write Fay.
Sincere thanks and glad you enjoyed the read Orchi.
GOOD MORNING FAY ! ANGELA here its 11pm : almost time for BED again ! Love the Photo : wish i could be a little Girl again : just for a WEEK ! Love the consistent meter in your linguistically elegant Blank Verse Ode ! Love the precious memories afforded by Old Snaps ! Precious hours - Green days - High times & Good years ! I had a blessed Childhood in London & Sevillia *O Yes I remember it well* You have brought the memories flooding back ! I fully concur wih the final verse and th last line *We become AGELESS !* Ruth & I are always giggling : over some silly thing : like SCHOOLGIRLS ! We are such a blessing to each other ! Ruth is flying home in September (she is getting married @ Christmas - Romantic !) but BRIAN is coming to take me back Home to Essex ! in October ! Thanks agisn for a lovely Pic an' Poem !
Blessings & Peace & Love
Yours as always ANGELA (& BRIAN) 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Many thanks for the wonderful comment again Angela - and yes just to be a little girl again for a while would be wonderful - yet we have an inner child and keeping it fresh and full of curiosity will help to allay any aging methinks............. keep giggling my friend for that is half-way and more to the wonders of childhood. So pleased you enjoyed the read.
I have a son of forty years of whom i am so very proud... it is a joy to reflect back on his childhood days and see how his experiences have moulded him into what he is today.
Wonderful photos spring to mind, phrases like "i've got a headache in my leg!" and the games we played.
Joyously recalled right here and now with the reading of your words. Thank you Fay.
Ah - I am delighted my words helped you go back there in your son's childhood and remembering those togetherness times when games and laughter were shared - - thank you for the lovely comment D.A.
When I think of children I melt
When I think of my own children I'm proud
Super write Fay.
Yes children can teach us a lot when we respect their innocent wisdom -- thanks Michael for the read and comment.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! INNOCENCE
Yes - those were the days my friend.............. innocence wrapped in a child's tears and smiles..
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