Rhyming Memories   - The Happy Times

Rhyming Memories - The Happy Times

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Rhyming Memories is a series of poems, written by the author from the age of ten to the present day (now aged sixty). These poems depict snapshots of real life situations within a large family of nine children. Throughout the collection, windows are opened into the full spectrum of emotions including love, hatred. happiness, sadness, kindness and cruelty to name but a few. Readers may recognise and relate some such situations to their own life experiences. This section of Rhyming Memories reflects the very busy, happy times of a large growing family. The father, Peter, works long hard hours as a steel fixer. He had to travel wherever the work was, his main aim being to earn a big enough wage to supply the needs of his nine children, Mother, Kathy is left at the helm of the household to cook, clean, sew and drive her children forward. She predates Tony Blair in her philosophy of "Education, Education, Education". She feels strongly that all of her nine children, girls and boys, stay on at school, go on to college and university and fulfill their potentials by having careers not just jobs.
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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