torrential rain cascades
on stone paving
crazy wild wetness spilling
over gutters
creating lakes of puddled
opportunity
downpour from
mackintosh grey sky deluge
relentless winter water
brimful mind bursts
its memory banks
i recall a blue plastic
toy chest
a galleon of homemade
happiness
containing a cutlass
and a black eye patch
a small boy afloat
wearing soaked shorts
his knees scraped
messing in the garden
sailing white crested waves
of salty seas
Black Beard has grown
tall with the years
has a son of his own
who awaits play days
with the toy chest
in Nan’s attic
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- Comment from author about the poem: My Danny is 6’ 4” , has a boy of his own age 5
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Comments11
love this a poem full of memories
well described touching and heart felt
well written your talent is never ending keep writing
jim xx
You are so kind in your praise Jim. Pleased you enjoy my poems. Thank you so much for your support.
your talent is worth supporting
dont ever stop writing
your poems are so beautiful xx
Time passes; generational change, but continuity from the attic all neatly captured, Cassie.
I like that Dave. Continuity from the attic. Lovely to get these old toys out and to see the next generation have fun. Thank you for stopping by. Much appreciated.
Memories they roll onward just as the waves on the sea, and hopefully will never be stolen by Pirates of dementia
Wonderful to retain these lovely memories, they are like gold dust. I have an aunt plagued by dementia. She thinks I am my mother who was her sister in law. Dementia, a curse of our times sadly. Many thanks Soren.
Fine words Cassie, my little boy is 6'4" as well.
Andy
Thanks Andy. I have to look up to him in a big way now. So much taller than me. Yes same as your little boy all grown up. Pleased you liked my pirate poem.
A fine write Cassie.
Thank you Orchi. Pleased you enjoyed the read. Wrap up warm. It!s cold outside.
Now there’s the source of indelible memories! The pirate theme’s still catching. My scraped knees were expeditions into the great unknown, how those days have gone.
Little boys and their games. Yes pirate boats and cutlasses bring back many endearing memories. Yes plenty of scraped knees too. Thank you for stopping by and leaving your thoughts. Much appreciated.
Wonderful, heartfelt write. The li'l pirate is all growed up with a pirate of his own! Love it! I am sure you must be very proud! 🌹👏
Thank you Tristan. Yes I am proud of my boys. Pleased you enjoyed my memory here. Thank you for the rose and for stopping by on my page. Much appreciated.
You're welcome! It's a pleasure to read your work.
Such memories really are a treasure .. pirates or otherwise .. Has Danny seen this C .. 💜
No Neville, but I have just booked a meal for all nine of us on Saturday evening. Danny and his son will be there. As I am treating them all, I may read it out:) They will just have to listen and suffer:))
Thank you Neville. Pleased you like it. I do too. It brings me such very special memories. Priceless they are. I have many more as well. Hope your day has been good to you. Take it easy.
A beautiful poem,
thoughts and memories! 👏
Thanks for sharing poetess!!
I enjoyed this immensely!! ☠️🦜
Best wishes 🍀🤗🌹 🐦 Thad
I am so happy that you enjoyed this little memory of mine Thad. Thank you so much. Hard to believe he ever fitted into that little blue box which he turned into a pirates’s boat. Have a great day.
"creating lakes of puddled opportunity " describes the better part of my life prior to the rubber cutlass and eye patch. Thanks for this.
Many thanks Dan. I appreciate your thoughts here and wish you a happy Friday. Best wishes.
Exceptional imagery and your last lines just superbly making the end. 🌹
You are spoiling me today Teddy with your catch ups. This is one of my favourite all time memories . He was soaked to the skin and had the most wonderful grin on his face. Bless you 🌹
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