Growing up I had many friends,most were my cousins the perfect blend.
Back then I elders helped raised us all,but now our generation don't even give them a call.
The word LIE was considered a curse word you better not say,because if you did you got your mouth rinsed out with soap,lol our aunts didn't play.
We'd stay outside and play all day.Red rover,hide and seek,mother may I,explored through the woods,until the street light came on that meant time to go inside and stay.
Living between my grandfather and grandmother was the best part of my growing up,climbing the trees just so my grandfather come get me yelling CAT!Get down before you get stuck!
My great grandmother had the best stories to tell from when she a child,like what all they did being rebellious and wild.
The older generation raised us right and taught us respect,they gave the best love it was never any neglect.
How I miss how things were way back then when life was fun and everyone was happy,and free.Most of our elders have passed,but they live in my heart and I will have all the good memories...
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Terria D.Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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You find anybody nowadays that was raised like we we were.
My childhood was similar except we moved around alot.i grew up as a traveller, like the movie with mark Wahlberg and bill Paxton, otherwise known as gypsies.
I'm not spoiled rotten or anything but I have values and a very strong Christian faith, thank you for taking me back to easier times
Amen,going down memory lane makes me miss all of my loved ones who have passed.Thank you my friend
T does,but remember you will see them again one day
Yes I will one day😢
forgive my rude rant
in your wonderfully nostalgic Poetry's comments, dear Poet
this is a topic that triggers me, see
I find it absurd
one child can come into the world
with silver spoons, to be spoonfed, from
while other's, have wooden spoons
shoved down their throat
for daring to ask for a little food, at night....
(just goes to show
how diversely opposed
that biological lottery, can be
I was blessed and lucky, like you
but I need not read, books
like 'A child called it'
for me to understand, for some
those very scenes you depict
were warped into horror realities
of abuse and neglect..
that's why, family trees are crumbling
and that sense of unity with kin is fading
it's because other adults and elders
chose to abuse their power
subjected their own blood relatives
to the most heinous of cruel crimes...
so yes, lets indeed
Praise those good ones, that raised us right
but still remember
the millions, who ruined the lives of so many
before it even began...!)
I totally understand thank you for sharing your personal life with me as well.I was far from spoiled we grew up poor but my grandparents and mom made sure me and my brother ate even if it meant them going without.Growing up in a abusive household with my father and being molested as a kid was horrible for me so thats why I only choose to remember the good days not the bad,I have blocked those...Being taught to appreciate what you have is a blessing due to not being fed with a silver spoon or etc.They worked hard just so we can have,we may not had alot but we love and that was free🙏🏽
I laud your fortitude and agree
your mindset is a beautiful one.
Please forgive me
if my words triggered some unwanted memories
I'm overzealous and often rash, but
I just thought your idyllic depiction
of family bond, only highlighted
the extreme side of the good
while so many, who are drawn to poetry
are firmly aware of the more negative sides..
thank you for being so accommodating with me
and for choosing to share, your wonderful work..
may you always
sing your Truth, loud and proud!
Thank You🙏🏽😉❤
Thanks for sharing you guys glad we all can relate in some way or form😉
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