The time is now, the end appears
We can’t escape, the climax nears
Tis karma for the empty years
We are prepared to face our fears !
Like the ashes from the ember
We have promised to remember
Will it last this way forever
I can hear the answer, never !
The shadows drift down through the trees
And shimmer in the gentle breeze
The dried leaves crackle underfoot
The chimney’s belching smoke and soot
The nightfall moves in like a cat
With moments ripe to have a chat.
A chill is in the air it seems
Soon time for reverie and dreams
The quiet shifts into the past
I think the day now breathes its last !
Today’s the day I lost my friend
It seems the pain will never end
There is no way I can replace
Her kind and gentle smiling face.
She made me feel all warm inside
I was her precious joy and pride
It seems that we were meant to be
Best friends through out eternity.
Well here I am, it’s still the same
This hurtful, ugly nagging pain
I guess I’ll learn to live with this
The memory of her last kiss !
The love I knew when I was small
With hugs and squeezes by the score
That was the best that I recall
Along with being kissed galore !
I never thought that as I grew
All those moments would stay with me
And add to all the joys I knew
To be my favorite memory.
It’s long ago, the times now past
I wonder where the years have flown
I’ve never found a love to last
Or one that I could call my own !
The year is ending, tis soon o’er
We’ve left the cold and closed the door
Begin again with brand new start
To lift the caution from each heart
As all those moments we recall
Ere all the shades of night may fall
Among the times we shan’t regret
And those that haven’t happened yet !
My dearest child where are you gone
What masquerade have you put on
Among the memories we’ve kept
Or midst the tears that we have wept ?
I’d like to know if God’s been good
And kept you safely as He could
For in your life you did no wrong
There seems no place you can’t belong.
My heart desires that you should know
Though you’re not here I miss you so !
I hear the echoes through the trees
Life’s shadows move with each new breeze
Old voices carry loud and clear
And fall upon the listening ear.
The book has closed the story ends
And bids farewell to all our friends
To leave one nothing more to say
Ere we are forced to look away.
But let us go in peace and calm
Believing one must do no harm
Remembering those days of yore
And all of paradise before !
My heart flies high on silvered wings
As I embrace rememberings
For all on earth I have not seen
And places that I haven’t been.
Like memories forever lost
It matters not whate’er the cost
Some visions I will never know
Are those that I choose to forego !
Now I have lived quite a long time
In varied places and other clime
And learned that one must try to fit
Into each spot that’s part of it.
When but a child, the horse and cart
Is how our travel had its start
Next came the Ford all black and square
While in the rear its trunk was there.
Those skinny tires were truly sad
I cannot count the flats we had
Oh for those days that are long gone
Sweet memories my heart dwells on !
The moment that I rise from bed
Old memories do fill my head
I am back home when I was small
And dad is whistling in the hall.
Mom’s hanging clothes upon the line
The wind is crisp, the day is fine
The children shreiking in the yard
Makes hearing conversation hard.
While Nana’s praying in her room
Pop’s sweeping sidewalks with his broom
The smell of onions fills the air
As dinner waits to be prepared.
My world gets smaller day by day
As those I love all pass away
And will to me this legacy
They bide with me in memory !
Seems all that is left of the life I once knew
Are old photographs and a mem’ry or two !
When I was young and just a lass
I found a lovely bead of glass
Its color was the purest gold
The shape was bevelled and quite old.
I’d often thought from whence it came
And did its owner have a name
How foolish now as I recall
It hid amongst the leaves that fall.
But such a girl I was back then
I thought about it not again
For beads of glass without a home
Are objects of forgotten tome.
We cannot find the rest of it
And only have the smallest bit
‘Twould be a waste of time and care
To seek whatever once was there !
Why can’t I remember or recall
All those precious times when I was small
When I sat upon my daddy’s knee
As he held me tight and talked to me ?
These memories are melting away
Just like my life, drip by drip each day
Oh what I’d give to capture it all
Sweet memories from when I was small !
The air is sweet with salted breath
It rises from the ocean’s depth
The summer storms have blown away
And left us this vacation day
The wind has slipt among the trees
Suggesting life is well at ease.
Some days are perfect, some are not
Some days remembered, some forgot
I hope one day to chance recall
That moment summer morphed to fall !
Oh that yearning for times long past
Those youthful days that did not last
Where all our dreams began as hope
To bear no limits in their scope
For youth is that which knows no fear
Of obstacles both far and near.
Yet all too soon those days must pass
Like shadows in life’s looking glass
While time alone may leave its marks
As former youth on age embarks
There face anew another day
To pack their former life away !
I hear voices from the past now crying
Drowning my senses with their last sighing
Alas, for all about me are dying !
When I was young and eager and my world was oh so new
I fell in love with ideals as young persons often do
And found myself those heroes I would keep my whole life through
Now one of those was Nehru, to his values he was true
Then there’s Walter Reuther whose murder didn’t spin a clue,
General George Patton, the hero all red, white and blue !
Who recalls Doug MacArthur and the victories he drew
As he saved wartorn nations for the many from the few
Next came Kenneth Galbraith and economies that grew.
Teddy Roosevelt was keen and a giant prone to spew
Who made Panama Canal a reality to view,
Then Christ who made the promise I’m still looking forward to !
I miss my friends from long ago
The happy times we used to know
Football games and special events
Those summer weddings under tents.
All of the wars they had their cost,
Our pals that we have loved and lost
And now the enemy’s become
The dicky hearts we suffer from.
With cancer scoring second best
Our lives are never done with tests
The joys we knew when we were young
Those carefree days are gone and done
I’m sad I’ve lost so many friends
Our lifestyles soon will meet their ends
As will both you and I, in time
This has become a lonely climb !
There was a stranger that I’d met
I’ve often found hard to forget
A chubby chap with ruddy cheek
Whose laughing eyes through glasses peeked.
His outfit of bright red and white
Somehow escaped true fashion’s height
His wide black belt was extra length
His speech displayed great vocal strength.
I knew we’d met some place before
Perhaps in Macy’s New York store
Now that was long ago I’d bet
Some images you can’t forget !
I can imagine all the ocean spray
With salted spume wild splashing in display
A breeze that frolics freely in the air
Oh how I dream and wish I could be there !
A little child called out to me
At least I thought it was my name
I heard the word clear as could be
Though there are many called the same.
I know it seems I reminisce
‘Bout times that were and are no more
When I’d receive a hug and kiss
Before they all stepped out the door.
Strong memories of yesteryear
Still precious, cling within my mind
There is no thought brings greater cheer
That in this world you’ll ever find !
Good morning world I’d like to say
I wish you all a bonnie day
With hugs and kisses in between
Lots of love and sweet whipping cream.
A bit of chocolate everywhere
The smell of taffy in the air
But what I think I’d like the most
A walk in sand along the coast,
Remembering those days long gone
Recalling life’s lost halcyon !
Your happy dreams are always there
You simply need to know just where
The searching can be half the fun
Even when being done by one
True happiness comes from the heart
It only needs a smile to start.
Remember when it rains all day
The plumpest worms come out to play
Thus birds and chicks all gather round
And chirp a song with joyous sound
Reminding us no matter what
Our memories are all we’ve got !
When I was small I had this toy
Of cotton cloth, it was a boy
And when I went to bed at night
I’d hug my Sammy oh so tight.
He wore long overalls of blue
His shirt was striped with pockets too
Brown hair had he of woolen yarn
His eyes were closed, his mouth a yawn.
I loved my Sam with sleepy eyes
My daddy won this grand surprise
One summer night twas after dark
In Palisades Amusement Park.
They’d spin a wheel around and round
And when it stopped the number found
Could win a prize but mostly lost
Just one thin dime was all it cost.
Sam lived with me many a year
He was my friend and brought me cheer
But after daddy went and died
Perhaps Sam ran away to hide.
I never found him after that
Of course we moved to a new flat
I’ve often hoped that he did find
Another child to treat him kind !
Aroma wafts up to my nose
It is the smell of oreos
I never thought I’d halt to think
About an odor, smell or stink !
But now I know that this is true
Please take a whiff I beg of you
Incredible how sweet they seem
Care to share an oreo dream ?
( OREO BIRTHDAY NYC 3/6/1912 – 1st SOLD, HOBOKEN, NJ, USA )
In homage to my dear grandpa,
I know his grave’s not off too far
But going back won’t help at all
My memory is still enthralled
I was a girl of twenty-five
When grandpa he just up and died
With wrinkled face and gentle eyes
Too late for us to say goodbyes.
Who ever thought that I’d recall
Those yesteryears when I was small
When I was young I used to sit
On grandpa’s lap and rock a bit.
I can remember that old chair
It sat beside the fireplace there
Like some carved wooden rocking thing
With all the joy those mem’ries bring
And when my children were so small
That rocking chair could hold us all.
My grandpa built that rocking chair
With his own hands and love to spare
Now that was very long ago
The time has flown but this I know
All that I am or hoped to be
Are part of my heredity !
EXCUSE me, is there anyone out there who can remember “Myrt and Marge”, a soap vintage 30’s ? My early days were filled with these incredible programs; Helen Trent, Our Gal Sunday, When A Girl Marries, David Harum and of course The Shadow ! My dad and I were Shadow trekkies ! Oh, Lamont Cranston AKA the Shadow “knows what evil lurks in the heart of men”. HaHa, it didn’t take me long to learn that one, I guarantee ! The old wooden Philco with its static and truly lousy reception forced me to learn to fill in the empty spaces and I still do ! I loved my life all those years ago, we were family, we ate together, we sang together, we played together. We lived together ! Lots of joy not much stuff ! And that antiquated Philco on the side table reminds me of a searing memory of a day too many years past when a familiar voice began, “December 7th, 1941, a day that will live in infamy……..and it still does ! Sincerely, Claire B.
When I was young I fell in love
What was it I was thinking of
The curly hair, the handsome face
A trip to some romantic place !
Before I knew it children came
It made me grey and changed the game
We grew up fast it had to be
But oh such joy, a family !
The years rolled past now all are grown
Those children gone their seeds are sown
While old age creeps upon the stage
This empty nest is all the rage !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 