Poems of yesteryear.

Memories

Did you see the little girl skipping down the street?
Dressed in her Sunday best with a puppy at her feet.
Did you see the young lad with a football in his arm?
Off up to the 'reccy', where he can do no harm.
Did you see that young couple strolling hand in hand?
Her face lit up as she smiles at him and they make
their future plans.
Did you see the old man sitting in the park?
Not wanting to return home until the light has dimmed to dark.
Did you see the policeman as he walked about his beat?
All dressed in black and looking smart from his head down to his feet.

Then you've looked in  your memory bank at the way life used to be.
When everyone felt safe in each others company.
Gone are the days of skipping girls, and boys with their footballs.
Of courting couples looking sweet, and elderly folk who like to talk.
That tall young policeman is also a person in the past.
The only time you see him now is when he's driving very fast.
'They' say it's the age of progress as time goes marching on and on.
Skipping girls and football boys, courting couples have all gone.
Replaced by fighting in the streets, and schools who find it hard to cope.
It's time to find the 'Dunkirk' spirit, we must not give up hope.

Copyright Annemari (C) April 22nd 2009


Memories through a book

So gently I hear the clock on the mantle shelf tick tock.
Behind the programme that I'm watching,one of classic stock.
The story goes back many years, an old favourite some would agree.
By an authoress named Daphne du Maurier and the tale of Manderley.
For me the story takes me back to my childhood days.
When my Dad would read a chapter or two,to still my boisterous ways.
How calm and so relaxing that story was to my young mind.
For I'm sure I never understood it,but Dads voice was soft and kind.
Then very soon myself relaxed, would be off to find a book,
One that I could read myself, a story that had me hooked.
Lying on my bed, tummy down, feet in the air.
Away I went to my own land,for the story took me there.
Then all too soon Mum would come and say it's nearly time for tea.
"Go wash your hands and wipe your face, if the book will set you free."
I would lie the book on the bedside cabinet,just beside my clock.
Whose gentle sound sent me to sleep with the lull of it's tick tock.

Copyright Annemari (C) 27th April 2009

Here today and gone tomorrow.

"Go out in the garden and play.
It's lovely and fresh outside.
Your brothers are out there see,
I'm sure they'll give you a ride.

Oh don't take on like that,
No,of course you can't ride your bike.
The snow is as thick as can be.
So,build a snowman,that's better,you'll see.

Now,stop it and don't be a cissy,
If you run around you quickly will be warm.
And if you ate up all of your puddings,
Why,you'd soon have some 'meat' on your form."

These words they echo in my head,
From my mum,way back in my childhood,
But I hated the snow,the cold and the wet,
Yet,it was something she never understood.

My feet they would freeze,my fingers turned white,
Yet still I was sent outside.
I grew up hating the winter-time,
And dreaded when snow was in sight.

Then this morning as I looked out from the bedroom,
My heart it fell,right down into my boots.
The snow had fallen hard over-night.
And covered up all the green shoots.

I stayed inside right by the fire,
All cosy and warm as could be.
But when I looked out of the window again.
My face fell at what I could see.

"What is it,love?" my OH said.
As I got up out of my chair.
"It's wrong for us to be inside" I replied.
"You know we should be out there.

My OH he came and stood by my side,
And said "Yes,let's do what we can"
So we put on our gloves,hats and boots.
And into the snow we ran.

We piled up the snow as high as could be,
Using spades,and buckets and pans.
And the cold was ignored,old memories pushed back.
As we helped GS build his first snowman.

In triumph he stood,his little face red.
From the chill that hung hard in the air.
"Grannie and Grandad,what a brilliant day.
I'm so glad that you both were there"

So into the kitchen,I quickly did trot.
And made us all a mug of hot chocolate.
OH, he got ready with his new camera,
And took pictures so the day's not forgot.

So,if like me,you ever should feel,
That some part of your past should stay away,
Just think of the experience that we have all had.
It's how memories are made and will stay.

Copyright Annemari(C)May 1st 2009