Goldfinch60

Creating Memories.



There we were as kids, 

Playing with our friends. 

Running and jumping, 

Hopping and skipping, 

Walking with each other. 

Throughout our young lives 

All we were doing was enjoying ourselves, 

As we played in innocence. 

But the one thing we never realised 

Was that which we were creating, 

We were creating memories. 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2022 01:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: I can still remember all the fun I used to have as a child playing with Christopher and Stewart.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Users favorite of this poem: crypticbard, Aradhya.

Comments9

  • crypticbard

    That is so spot on! What we see on the other end of a long lived life are the memories that we have 'produced' simply by being ourselves with those that we surrounded ourselves with.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you crypticbard, those memories are so special in our lives.

      Andy

      • crypticbard

        They trully are and they are the ones that last and remain!

      • orchidee

        A fine write Gold, and fine song going back to 1950 originally I read. A proper song, no garbage!
        Any preparations for Hastings yet?

        • Goldfinch60

          If you had seen the film Blue Velvet from which this song came you would still be swooning after all this time. LOL.
          Andy

          • orchidee

            I saw National Velvet with Liz Taylor in it. Any connection? lol.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Days of play create many memories and thank you for reminding us that those times are so valuable. dear Andy.

            • Goldfinch60

              My pleasure Fay, thank you.

              Andy

            • Aradhya

              such heartfelt words andy! indeed the moments we spent laughing and playing unburdened, growing up are the most beautiful memories in life that accompanies us through out. loved this piece!

              • Goldfinch60

                Most kind Aradhya, thank you.

                Andy

              • Doggerel Dave

                Echoes from our past -
                Hope all can relish.
                For some all fun passed
                Them by; just hellish.

                Apologies Andy – I certainly enjoy good memories of much (if not all) of my childhood. Occasionally I must remind myself that others maybe didn’t. I admire the focus of your reminder though.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you Dave, there may have been bad times but I can only remember the good times, I was very lucky.

                  Andy

                • sorenbarrett

                  We rarely think of the memories that we are creating. But as we look back each brick we put in that wall makes it larger and sets its form.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Those bricks build our wonderful lives soren, thank you.

                    Andy

                  • Ternic73

                    Was a lifetime ago life was simple and I loved it. Awesome poem

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Most kind Ternic, much appreciated.

                      Andy

                    • MendedFences27

                      The by-gone days of youth memorialized. Yeah, those were some great memories. Loved your poem. - Phil A.

                    • jazzwa30

                      Yes I miss being little no responsibilities good read

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Certainly it was great with no responsibilities jazz, thank you.

                        Andy



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