The Child Remembers
By Ruby Hawk
@RubyHawk (99425)
Atlanta, Georgia
August 2, 2016 9:26pm CST
I wrote this poem years ago about memories of visiting at my granddaddy's house.
Soft, gray, cloudy days
with far off thunder
and misty, drifting fog
is comforting to me
as my granddaddy's feather bed
Snuggled in deep and warm
watching the fire flicker
in the old wood stove
the creak of rocking chairs
and the murmur of voices
The child remembers
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@Jeanniemaries (8237)
• United States
4 Aug 16
@RubyHawk I try and not dwell on the not so good ones.
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@RubyHawk (99425)
• Atlanta, Georgia
5 Aug 16
@Jeanniemaries That best, and I try to not dwell on bad memories.
@crazyhorseladycx (39515)
• United States
3 Aug 16
lovely poem, ms. ruby. yepperz, we recall the things that brought's comfort.
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@crazyhorseladycx (39515)
• United States
3 Aug 16
@RubyHawk yes ma'am, sadly so 'n those scars run deep
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@RubyHawk (99425)
• Atlanta, Georgia
3 Aug 16
@crazyhorseladycx Sadly scars do run deep.
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@MarshaMusselman (38657)
• Midland, Michigan
3 Aug 16
Your memories reminded me that I need to begin collecting my articles from a different site as I will be changing my membership there. It's a lot of work which I've put off thus far. I have until the end of the month unless I want to pay again, and I really don't have the extra funds to continue in that manner.
I wrote a poem on there about cloudy days that I've not looked at in a few years.
@acelawrites (19273)
• Philippines
3 Aug 16
You must be missing your gandfather! Nice description of the feather bed.
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