Each day I heard the bullet
It triggered the game,
I thought I knew the rules,
go fast, go.
in a flash
images blurred,
the prize too.
Couldn't stop,
working, working
efficiently.
(I thought I noticed your face
changing,)
quickly, I advanced
like the year, 1985 already
gone.
Lost.
Now I ponder, are memories real
or am I inventing?
you so cute, going to school,
discovering boys, clothes,
keeping scrapbooks of Menudo,
in love with the rest of your life,
still cocooned in possibility.
Me, wrapped in ignorant whirlwind
kicking up dust, clouding my vision
of you walking away from childhood
as I ran past,
trying to win
what?
I'll never know.
(Submitted to Poetry Jam. The prompt is 1985)
Universal. Perfect. Poet - YOU!
ReplyDeleteHarry Chapin "Cat's in the Cradle"
Lovely, Dear
ALOHA from Honolulu
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Those days when our children were "still cocooned in possibility" ~ not only their dreams but our dreams for them (yes, they were real.) Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteA great capture.
ReplyDeleteSometimes with time I think memories blur a bit. In some cases this may not be bad. Smiles.
ReplyDeletemneudo...ha...been forever since i thought about them....oy that game will cost you for sure...its one of the reasons i got out of the corporate rat race...too much time away...
ReplyDeleteKicking up the dust, clouding my vision - That is life and the price we pay. Really nicely done
ReplyDeleteThe past is another reality and today is the only reality but they are connected.
ReplyDeleteJoy always,
Susan
i was happy to be able to stay at home with my kids the first 13 years, then went back to a full time job and at times it eats me alive...so def. know what you're talking about...and you just can't scroll time back - they grow up so quickly
ReplyDeleteI hear you, kiddo. We struggle so hard, working to raise our kids.......thankfully we get a chance as grandparents to just BE with the kids and we now have the time to just enjoy them.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. Have a wonderful week!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Myrna!
ReplyDeletebeautiful words....lovely lines!!
ReplyDeleteit's all, we're all.. gone in a flash. your lovely words... make me want to sing.
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