The chime of laughter, vibrant, bright, and bold,
A tapestry of stories, to be told.
Of childhood parties, where the joy ran free,
With siblings tangled, wild and loud with glee.
Around the Christmas tree, a twinkling light,
Or birthday candles, burning ever bright.
We gathered close for football, art, or craft,
Each shared success, a memory we'd engraft.
But most, the pool, beneath the velvet night,
Where tiny boats sailed, bathed in silver light.
A liquid haven, safe and deeply known,
Where only happiness and love were sown.
No other thought, no shadow, no dark dread,
Just pure contentment, wonderfully spread.
Held in that warmth, a world complete and whole,
Love's steady current, calming every soul.
A fortress built of giggles, innocent and vast,
A perfect security, designed to last.
Now years have spun, the seasons swiftly fly,
And what once burned beneath a boundless sky
Has settled down, a whisper in the air,
A spectral quiet, a shadow everywhere.
We gather 'round the space where joy once reigned,
A hollow circle, silently constrained.
The vibrant past, now just an empty shell,
A quiet echo, where no stories dwell.
It sits so shallow, where the laughter died,
A memory outline, with nothing left inside.
Just childhood's ghost, a beautiful, past dream,
Upon the surface of life's flowing stream.
A cherished haven, loved and left behind,
Now only silence for the older mind.
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So many joyous memories of a safe and secure past now just silent pictures after so many years. Nostalgic with a feeling of wistfulness and sadness in their passing. A lovely poem of fond remembrances turned to melancholy. A very nice work my friend
Memories of childhood can be so powerful, yet when confronted with present reality the distance seems unbridgable. But those memories do bring us comfort while they linger. This is a beautiful, reminiscent poem, and I thank you for sharing.
That image of “tiny boats beneath the velvet night” lingers with me…it’s tender and magical, and it makes the later emptiness all the more cutting. Gorgeous work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
this is absolutely delightful .. in fact its a whole lot more than that .. its the kind of poem filled with all the everythings of our individual lives that we have each saved and savour from time to time .. the memories that are so special, so personal and so cherished .. bloomin lovely .. Neville
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