Saying Goodbye To Childhood

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #278-Baker’s Dozen

Words:  volume, now, machine, lounge, collide, symbol, couch, grave, card, cushion, groove, grind, never

Volume of mourners
gathered together
at graveside was
symbolic–a testament
to love everyone had
for this mother, mother-in-law,
grandmother, great-grandmother,
and friend.

Seems like a few years ago,
that we would all go to a local
pool–women cushioned on lounge
chairs, men playing volleyball
or cards, and kids swimming.
We never agreed to come out
of the water until our lips blued.

That was back in the days when Mom
ground her own meat and chopped
liver through a steel machine.
Grooves of my 45 rpm records
were worn, and no one had leather
couches. In our building–part
of a housing project–few people
ever collided. We all managed
to get along. Now, a woman
we considered our second mother
is gone, along with our childhood.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Saying Goodbye To Childhood

  1. Jae Rose says:

    Beautifully written – it is indeed the case that with each person sadly passing so too does a little of our past

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  2. oldegg says:

    Luckily there are still a few that relish family gatherings and keep in touch, that accept our differences but thats OK because we are family.

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