I remember those little things. Thanks for the tenderness of this poem. I remember my aunt teaching me to shave my legs. Of all the crazy things she and I did together, that's what sticks in my memory 55 years later. She's gone now but smiling to see I remember.
I'm glad this little story brought back fond memories to you, Annie! It is funny what little moments stick with us. We will miss our old ones forever. Thank you for reading my Leaves
Sharron, I cannot, I cannot ever not find time to read your posts. They are like those high energy survival rations for daily life. I’ll call them Sharron’s Cliff bars.
But today’s little poem caused an extra special memory to pop up. When my daughter was born late in a Zimbabwe April, just as the weather was turning cold, I volunteered to bathe her in the stainless steel kitchen sink. I was very careful to get the temperature just right and then plopped her in, but apparently the sink itself was still cold and when her little bottom landed on it, Oh! how she howled!!!
It was a fine prompt : stranded. I might not have chosen that word, but it worked well, I think. Thanks for taking time out to read these little bits. I know how busy you are!
Yes, you are right. Stranded, but blessed with all the memories we had together. I just want her back, Wade. I miss unconditional love in my life -- both the receiving of it and the giving of it.
Thanks, Heather. This time the word "stranded" was given to us by Justin Deming as a writing prompt, so I had the word first then wrote 50-words around it. I love Justin's challenges. I am glad you liked it -- thanks for coming back to Leaves,my friend. I am sure your inbox is as full as mine!
Oh, those old memories are buried in there. For me, sad to say, it is mostly the hardships of my childhood I remember, but I get little flashes every once in a while to balance them. . I write them down. It helps. I hadn't remembered the hair washing on the drainboard thing until just now. A very tender moment. I am glad it came to me.
I truly am glad those memories came to you as well. Even if they are vague or needed prodding. So many times, the emotionally charged memories squander all the room in our developing minds.
I remember those little things. Thanks for the tenderness of this poem. I remember my aunt teaching me to shave my legs. Of all the crazy things she and I did together, that's what sticks in my memory 55 years later. She's gone now but smiling to see I remember.
I'm glad this little story brought back fond memories to you, Annie! It is funny what little moments stick with us. We will miss our old ones forever. Thank you for reading my Leaves
Awwww...another trip (for me) down memory lane... Thank you, Sharron.
Thank you. I am sure you carry a lot of similar memories of your mom as well,CJ
Sweet, Sharron. What is worth remembering more than love?
yes, my friend
Sad 😔
😢
That's a memory to hold on to. A mother's love makes up for a lot of the bad stuff.
Sometimes it is the one saving grace. Thanks, Jim.
Goosepimpling. Sending love, Sharron. 😘
Sharron, I cannot, I cannot ever not find time to read your posts. They are like those high energy survival rations for daily life. I’ll call them Sharron’s Cliff bars.
But today’s little poem caused an extra special memory to pop up. When my daughter was born late in a Zimbabwe April, just as the weather was turning cold, I volunteered to bathe her in the stainless steel kitchen sink. I was very careful to get the temperature just right and then plopped her in, but apparently the sink itself was still cold and when her little bottom landed on it, Oh! how she howled!!!
And that right there is longer than your poem.
Great memory, Switter! Nice try, Dad!
I learned from my missteps and she still dearly loves her old dad, cold bottom notwithstanding.
Aww..... so special, what grace!
It was a fine prompt : stranded. I might not have chosen that word, but it worked well, I think. Thanks for taking time out to read these little bits. I know how busy you are!
Oh, my heart!! So many feelings in so little words. ❣️
Thank you, Sharon. Happy rainy Saturday to you!
Heartwrenchingly lovely!!!
Aww, thanks, sweet girl. You, of all people, know what I am talking about here.
Seems blessed rather than stranded.
Maybe both blessed and stranded. Unable to shed the loving care that helped shape who Sharron has become.
Yes, you are right. Stranded, but blessed with all the memories we had together. I just want her back, Wade. I miss unconditional love in my life -- both the receiving of it and the giving of it.
I love your use of the word 'stranded'. Such an interesting choice. Bereft? Alone? But at least with loving memories.
Thanks, Heather. This time the word "stranded" was given to us by Justin Deming as a writing prompt, so I had the word first then wrote 50-words around it. I love Justin's challenges. I am glad you liked it -- thanks for coming back to Leaves,my friend. I am sure your inbox is as full as mine!
Thank you, my friend. It’s always a pleasure to read your stories and to see where you take the challenges!
That's the way its supposed to be.
Yes Kate, it is. You and I were lucky.
Ι wish I had similar memories... even when very little I'd take "baths" without any assitance.
Oh, those old memories are buried in there. For me, sad to say, it is mostly the hardships of my childhood I remember, but I get little flashes every once in a while to balance them. . I write them down. It helps. I hadn't remembered the hair washing on the drainboard thing until just now. A very tender moment. I am glad it came to me.
I truly am glad those memories came to you as well. Even if they are vague or needed prodding. So many times, the emotionally charged memories squander all the room in our developing minds.
Thank you, Mark. I believe you are right. Writing them down can relieve the pressure a bit.
... and, if they're good flashes / memories , bring them out into the light of day and savor.