Wet Rainy Day

Short poem about my first Living memory

Wet Rainy Day

 

When I think back it is easy to find,

my very first memory, still clear in my mind.

It was when for some adult reason I got in the way,

So in my green quilted anorak I was sent out to play.

 

The rain was quite heavy, I was out on my own,

any play mates were absent, warm and dry in their home.

It was all very peaceful and rain bounced off my hood,

As I splashed in the puddles like little boys should.

 

Unaware of the problems that my parents unfurled,

I felt very happy...in my own little world.

This moment was special in my mind it will stay,

my very first memory on a wet rainy day.

Author's Note

Just tell me what you think...does something this personal reach a wider audience.

Reviews

[ApDunamis]

Great poem! It flows so well and I feel like a child again when I read this. Great work.

[Billy]

Thank you.

[ApDunamis]

Your welcome

[janthsull53]

Enjoyed. Reminded me of an episode about tying my shoes for the first time a long time ago.

[Billy]

I Still struggle with laces!!!

Thanks for your feed back.

[rylesconroy]

Not a thing wrong with this poem. I loves how it gives you a clear image in your mind. Great job! - r

[Priyanshi]

wow...a lovely read it is...Like reading this even i remember some of my memorable days of my childhood...An amazing write.