But I Remember

But I remember that morning very well.

The small cottage window of my childhood was ajar

And I could see my father beyond the world

In the garden, searching, (For what? I do not know.)

Now he is walking along the road, bent, worn weary.

He reaches my childhood home

Calls out to me, but I am just a child

I cannot understand his words

 

I see the crossroads. We have parted,

But his words keep repeating.

There is no ending.

Of course,

There is no ending.

Reviews

[Gee]

My father exited the crossroads to the left mum and 7 kids exited to the right, he had a want for women and drink she had a life working three jobs to exhaustion to make ends meet. No happy memories there for this fella:)
Again enjoyed you and your words taking me back in time to.your childhood

[Pauline]

Yes, life can be so cruel for some, not only years ago but even now. The difference now is that women have the pill and are better looked after. (Or are they going to be in this current clime?) It must have been very hard for your poor mother to manage.

[Chris Shaw]

The replay of childhood memories. Over and over I have lived many of them again in my childhood home. Crossroads can be painful, especially when they involve a parting of ways. Lovely poem which touches on the emotions Pauline.

Chris

[Pauline]

Hello Chris. I'm pretty sure you're the one and only Chris Shaw that I know and it's lovely to speak to you again. Pauline M.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pauline, if you the Pauline from VN, then I am absolutely delighted you have found WC:) Tell me you are she :))

[Pauline]

I am indeed and wonderful to see you on here too!

[Serendipity Planet]

I love that type of poetry so much
Memories , simple words that paint a beautiful picture

[Pauline]

Many thanks for your thoughts Xpressurself