Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted July 5, 2020

Chapters:

...8 9 -10- 11...

Exceptional

Remembering my childhood

A chapter in the book Poems from a Pensive Poet

Journey In Time

by BethShelby

Today, I took a holiday, and I'm so glad I did. I took a little trip in time to when I was a kid. It was exciting to go back and drift down Mem’ry Lane-- to take another look at life-- with all its joys and pain. I drifted back through recent years-- and even further still-- past toddlers taking wobbly steps-- across a grassy hill. Past temporary growing pains of early married years-- and awkward, early teenage days-- with fantasies and fears. I was a little girl again with freckles on my nose-- with pigtails and a pinafore-- and mud between my toes. I smelled hot chocolate heating on Grandma's old iron stove. I picked the wild plums still growing on trees out in the grove. I placed my hand in my grandpa's, as he limped out to his mill. He taught me how to call the birds-- bobwhites and whippoorwill. Upon their old tin roof, I heard the sound of gentle rain, and I galloped, playing horsey on Grandpa's walking cane. It felt so good to linger on Grandma’s old porch swing-- and pass away the hours there hearing the crickets sing. The birds were also singing songs-- robins, and larks, I heard, Their repertoire was mimicked by  a passing mockingbird. I saw my grandma churning milk in a pottery crock. In steady rhythm, she kept time with ticking mantle clock. I smelled a coat of fresh-laid wax upon the hardwood floor-- and from the fireplace I could hear the sizzling pine-wood roar. I looked around and found myself  a cozy little nook-- a spot where I could hide away to read a fav’rite book. I thought I’d take a little nap,  snug in a feather bed. Pulling up grandma's hand-made quilt, I covered up my head. Beside the rug, my fingers felt a kitten's soft white fur. I stroked him gently, and I heard his motor start to purr. I caught some tadpoles in the pond-- dipped with a homemade net. I frolicked on the fresh-mowed lawn, but I’m not finished yet. In a storm-shelter dark and damp, I heard the thunder roar-- smelled whiffs from a korosene lamp, just like in days of yore. Walking barefoot on fresh plowed ground, I dropped a seed or two, and inhaled scents of earth, so brown, kissed by the morning dew. Down pathways in a pasture, green-- toes dangling in a creek, the air I breathed was fresh and clean-- breeze tickling my cheek. I watched the moon and stars come out into a velvet night, while frogs and crickets hopped about, with not a soul in sight.   I climbed the old pine tree-once more.  and gazed on green above. I found the peace I'd known before, with God, and felt His love. These things I did, and even more. My holiday is through, but as my journey ends today, these things I know are true. I’ve learned to  leave all cares behind-- there is no use to fret. Worry is just a state of mind. We can’t control a threat. Anxiety is not worthwhile. It only makes us sick. It's really not that hard to smile. Endurance is the trick. Stick to the things we can control.  Let go of all the rest-- and take a journey back in time-- to when you felt your best.

Recognized

#31 2020