Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts

Monday, March 28, 2016

No Regrets - Haibun Mon. # 10













dversepoets.com We are taking quotes about cherry blossoms by other authors and using them as a cue to our own Haibun today.

“When cherry blossoms

scatter –
no regrets”  Issa




Cherry blossoms remind me of spring days past, pleasant memories of good tidings and long ago Easters, blue skies, and families together. Standing out are the April showers with rainbows, May baskets, and walking through blossoming cherry orchards. The trek home after we got off the school bus was delayed because we loved playing in the neighbor's huge cherry orchard. The grass was green and tall with pink fallen snow all around. We took high steps through it, sat or lay down among them and day-dreamed, and plucked small twigs of pink and white to wear in our hair. Beyond, the mountains and rivers smiled as light breezes flowed through the gorge valley where we were raised as glass chimes could be heard from nearby porches.

As a burgeoning teen, it had such a positive feel. The future seemed endless, bright and full, as if nothing could ever stand in the way of happiness. I'm still unsure if "happiness" in itself is our goal to achieve in life. When other aspects of life seem to dominate, choke out the feelings of elation, rejuvenation and newness, it is a big challenge to maintain. Routine activities, work and study are necessary in our lives. Then crisis, ills and otherwise bad news follow us all the days of our lives. Anything is possible to happen at anytime 

Instead, we understand and accept that as we strive to experience happiness, it arrives in brief segments, opportune moments of sheer delight that come to us unexpectedly. We savor the small simple joys and make them last as long as possible. We try to view all events with courage, with wishful and hopeful thinking and therefore, positive outcomes. Cherry blossoms symbolize this eternal struggle to smile amidst the grief. 



When life is less bright,
cherry blossoms at your feet
uplift and comfort



Tuesday, December 20, 2011

My Sugar Plum Memory...

My first contribution to the creative website twoscoopz.com in the focus 52 category...prompt for this week: Sweet...as in sweet memory...




by klr


Glowing memories
in flickering candle light
Grandpa nudges me
Christmas bells resonate,
birds announce the hour,
tricycle under the tree

Morning chore at hand 
as we step outside,
lacy white flakes kiss my face

The screen door squeaks to a close;
his wool wisky white beard
tickle my round red cheek
Sugarplums keep guard,


Silvery reminders of
long nights, years ago, 
the winters he carried me
to the old gray barn
through moon shadowed snow too deep

Time to milk the cow
A lantern lights the distance
from the front stoop to the barn
Mittened hands hold tight
around grandfather's shoulder

I wonder if he 
somehow watches o'er me
He had a nickname
for me that I loved so much:
"..hello, Sugarplum.." 
From that walk in the snow until
just before he passed,
he always called me his "Sugarplum"








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