Childhood Memories Awakened

Tagxedo Word Cloud reminding me of the 
the roses in my grandmother's garden

when Nonnie's hands held mine

summer days unfolded 

in simplicity

fragrant flowers bloomed

caterpillars tickled the path

clothes hung to dry

curiosity awakened

wonders explored

childhood dreams celebrated-

in warm August heat

time stood still 

when Nonnie’s hands held mine-

as summers past

and hands grew still

rose-petaled memories carried me home

cvarsalona 2014

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There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.  -  Celia Thaxter 

My heart is full of gratitude for the gift of fragrant summers and rose-petaled  

memories my grandmother provided for me. Carol 

Please see Celia Thaxter's poem, The Sandpiper, a delightful summertime memory, that was written in the late 1800's as a verse for children.

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Poetry Friday is being hosted today at a Year of Reading 

 

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Mary Lee Hahn starts us off with a poem, Poem on the Fridge, that connects with her present activity of combining her original poems and photos to make magnets.