January 25, 2016
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Scattered Memories
January 25, 2016, Prescott- I had the unexpected pleasure of working with two groups of first-graders, today. Later on, came the displeasure of blocking and deleting someone who was soliciting money, which I can’t spare.
Now, let’s get back to the Winter Scavenger Hunt.
I recall little of my first kiss.
I wasn’t at all of the age when such would normally occur.
There was, of course, a lingering sense of bliss.
It set an amorous path in motion, though I was but the age of four.
Time went on, I felt I might have come from Planet Mars.
My consciousness, anyway, was somewhere among the stars.
I ate equally of animal and plant.
My siblings cringed at foods of green.
Not I, without rant,
I took helpings of spinach and broccoli, staying serene.
Macaroni and cheese was a dish at which Mother excelled.
Many meals featured bread crumbs, and their flavour cast a spell.
Alas, the richness of memory
Is a place in which I must not long dwell.
Comments (4)
Memories often help me with the present but they also make me sad, sad that they are gone so soon.
I have both extremely good, and extremely bad memories ( and lots of in between ones too). I think our experiences shape who we become and we can choose to learn from such. Of course it's more pleasant to remember the positives, but rather than get stuck longing for the positives of past, we can aim to create even more good memories to add to the filing cabinets of our brains.
Lovely poem of reminiscences! It took me nearly 45 years to be able to eat spinach - my mother's version soured my perceptions completely!
ps I enjoy both broccoli and spinach, raw or cooked.
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