An outhouse stood where toilet paper holding chips of wood disposed of one's grief
A kerosene lamp beside a straw mattress damp, from day's work, one's only relief
Water from the spring, a hose did bring to a kitchen with a wood fire
Noon the meal, simmering tin pressure cooker with seal handle bound with wire
On the plate beans and rice, not enough to fill twice, the meal of the day
Fighting bugs that were thugs, never time for play
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a time of basics finely worded
Thanks so much Norman your read is most appreciated and important to me.
most welcome my friend
I too have vague memories of a similar scene. Now they could not be revisited even if one wanted to but only in memory and poetry. Thanks for bringing me back. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊️
Thank you my friend for the review and kind words they mean a lot
Most welcome dear Soren 👍🏻🕊️
A bleak picture tinged with the sepia hues of misery...
Thanks Lorez one does not know misery unless one has known better
though brief, i attend to the astounding ability of your poetry forged in the crucible of an adept word smith in my humble opinion one of the best scribes online, whose popularity a testament of such talent.
You are most kind and your reads are deeply appreciated. Thank you for your kind words and support it means a lot. I deeply appreciate your encouragement
Hello mr. Sorren I would like to appreciate your efforts in trying encourage budding poets on this site. You are awesome.
It is my pleasure and gives me great joy if anything I can do helps another in their expression and poetry. I do not claim expertise I am an amateur but if I can help spread an interest in poetry or aid a newcomer It is a joy for me. Thank you so much for your kind words and support it is deeply felt.
I am glad I found you x
Thank you for the review and kind words I am glad too.
Beautifully written and deeply touching. Such simple memories, yet so much hardship, resilience, and heart woven into every line.
I have lived here but was not brought up here it is where someone I love was raised. Thank you for your review and kind words Soheil it means a lot
You are welcome. Knowing this place holds such a special connection to someone you love makes your words even more meaningful.
This is raw and I hope there's no apology for that.
It is what it is, and that's life.
Sadly, kids in some countries still don't know what play is, just hardship.
Thanks so much Paul I deeply appreciate your review and encouragement. Yes that is true some grow up fast and I am not sure if that is good of bad as some are most diligent and driven for success over the lazy of many cultures but the trade off is no childhood and nurturance.
Good wite SB.
Thanks my friend it is very much appreciated
Nicely done
Thank you very much my friend
Soren, this reminds me how easily later generations can smooth the rough edges off the past. Pieces like this put the physical reality back into it...how exhausting and unforgiving daily life could actually be. Really felt this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the understanding words they are most appreciated my friend
It makes you appreciate what we have.
Good Write.
Thanks Kevin I appreciate your read
No Worries, as they say. 👍
Back in those early days of our lives soren but we are here in our lives still.
Andy
Indeed we are Gold and I thank you for the read and comment my friend
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