Tag: childhood
member name: MaryBeth W.
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March 08, 2008 09:42 PM EST --
I wished I was still in the Parc de St. Cloud, wandering around, alone - no one crowding me, just me, enjoying the quiet of the birds and the chatter of old ladies. I had no idea what they were saying, . . .
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May 04, 2009 08:27 PM EDT --
Sitting in the toasting sun
absorbing
rays
the days are full
of diesel engines
off in the distance
and the stone is hot, burning my
feet that I've slipped
from my sandals
so I can chase the . . .
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May 12, 2008 07:27 PM EDT --
I long
For that sun-filled eagle-walled room
of a day
breathed briefly into my life
The sun laying quietly on the
Worn golden couch
I smell the outdoors-fresh pine trees
and hear the brook-water-trickle . . .
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December 22, 2007 12:25 PM EST --
Citronella, bug-dope
child hood memories,
bug juice and
dark cold swimming holes,
water to numb the toes
stubbed on granite stepping
stones
bloody knees from bumpy, back roads
loose-dirt bike . . .
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August 03, 2009 07:21 AM EDT --
"Where'd you get that pretty red hair?" Why did people have to ask that daft question - they asked it all the time!
My mother was quick to answer, "Oh, the Angles gave it to her!" and I'd smile sweetly . . .
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January 25, 2008 07:06 AM EST --
I made a joke
(at least it made me laugh)
in my email to "bro"
but as he read it
in some dinky shack
in Chad
he didn't think it was funny
He doesn't understand
if I don't . . .
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December 12, 2007 01:13 PM EST --
I long
For that sun-filled eagle-walled room
of a day
breathed briefly into my life
The sun laying quietly on the
Worn golden couch
I smell the outdoors-fresh pine trees
and hear the brook-water-trickle . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:36 PM EST --
So after our cool lunch at the big olive press table in the cool cellar, Aunt Norrine gave in. She put more sun lotion on me, made me wear a tee shirt, put a big sun hat on me and sent me on my way. . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:33 PM EST --
Aunt Norrine had told me many times how important it was to take a siesta.
?But I?m 10 and I don?t take naps anymore!? For goodness sakes, I?d thought at the beginning of the vacation; I may be the . . .
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December 07, 2007 09:43 AM EST --
What will I say
when I stand there finally
looking at my mother's stone
When I was last there, it was
drizzling and gray and I stood
watching her ashes disappear into the . . .
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December 31, 2007 03:20 PM EST --
I walked
No, hopped from rock to rock
My attention only on the next
Spot
I would place my foot
This one jiggled
Throwing my life off balance
And I slipped into the
Darkness below
It was not . . .
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August 02, 2009 05:59 PM EDT --
The wipporwill's early calling sounds from the edge of the deepening woods other dusk dwelling birds swoop close to the trees and then rise swiftly to silhouette themselves against the midnight blue . . .
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