Your earliest memory.
This is difficult because for me. I’ve heard you can construct memories based upon photos. I am guilty of this…how do I know?I explain to you a million pictures and the details of them but cannot recollect the actual memory. So instead today as a great opportunity to show off my
minimal poetry skils. Senior year of high school we had a whole semester of poetry in AP English and I sort of loved it. The only problem is when there isn’t someone there to plant the idea in my head, thanks Mr. Palmer, I cannot just start writing a poem. I need some kind of prompt. This is a poem I wrote about a person in my childhood I can remember vividly and miss so much.
When I think back I can remember you.
Your house was my first home,
And I was your first Great-Grandchild.
My childhood is filled with fond memories of you.
The riddle about the two dickey birds,
Named Peter and Paul.
The root beer floats and ice cream sandwiches
That concluded our meals together.
I loved to dance for you and Grammy
Gliding and twirling effortlessly
Across the worn oriental rug
Heart racing until the final notes of my song.
Once my performance was over it was your turn
I’d retrieve your drums sticks
Then you’d beat out familiar army marches
On your weathered leather ottoman
While everyone tapped their toes to the upbeat rhythms.
But you began to age,
And became forgetful.
We all laughed together when you mistakenly ate your paper fortune
Out of your fortune cookie
But we all knew your time was running out
I was playing outside
When your wooden whirly gig fell from its place in the tree.
The wind had finally taken its toll
And you passed on.
I was too young to understand,
Until I saw you
It hurt as I stepped up to say my goodbye
I left you with a jar of your favorite sugar-coated orange candies
But will you ever know all you left with me?
-Elizabeth Grace O’Neal
I hope sharing this poem with you gave you an idea of some of my earliest childhood memories about my sweet great-grandfather, Papa. I also wrote a poem about living in my Gramma’s House when I was young and would have loved to include that also but I only have it in paper format at my apartment and I’m not there. Maybe I’ll share it another time if you all don’t make fun of my poetry skills too much.
Here are a few pictures from my childhood I snagged from my mom tonight!
So now you know how adorable I was as I child but the progression stops here…due to a chubby stage. Check back in tomorrow for a weekend recap boxing videos included!
Questions for You?
What are some of your favorite childhood memories?
Can you write poem?
Random: What is a tumblr? It’s part of tomorrow’s 30 Day Challenge and I’m not sure what it is!