Comment from amaranthblue

Excellent

I loved this. The memories that seem to be suspended in time, a timeless place where they are safe, to bring back with such fond remembering. The joy and carefree things and what was so important then. I loved how you circled it around to how it is so important for our own children's lives, in that innocent world before the big bad world shows up... So he is 23 now? My oldest is 21 but it still feels like yesterday when I caught him in the back yard hitting bullets with a hammer that he had found in the garage of house we had just moved into. My horror and then relief when I stopped him before he hit it again... Very nicely done and thank you for sharing that and for sparking some old memories...

 Comment Written 10-Mar-2005

Comment from Nescher Pyscher

Excellent

Interesting. He's only five years younger than I am . ..

::Ducking::

I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Quit hitting me!

:0D

I liked it! It's not QUITE poetry, but then, it's not unpoetic, either. A little difficult to categorize.

 Comment Written 09-Mar-2005

Comment from Wendyanne

Excellent

This is a lovely poem which makes the reader realise that it would be nice to bring out the child in us sometimes. We get so weighed down with living that we forget how simple life was as a child (not in all cases of course). Well done.

 Comment Written 08-Mar-2005

Comment from Balladeer

Excellent

I think that this is a great tribute to the love you have for family and good values~I wish my mother could have expressed her feeling in some way~She never has~ I loved this part~
I will now quit writing and go
catch some frogs, chase butterflies
put together a model car
or play a video game
with my treasured son,
my greatest care in all the world.~Love in its' truest form~Peace~Skye~

 Comment Written 08-Mar-2005

Comment from Diny

Excellent

This brought lots of memories to light!
especially the kids from california wj=ho never saw a firefly,
One said" did you see that?"
"That bug had a light on its ars!"
We laughed till we cried...
thanks for the memory and the poem
DINY

 Comment Written 07-Mar-2005

Comment from Storyteller 27

Excellent

The baseball hit a wasps-nest? I don't think I'd ever want to play baseball again after that!

This poem was great, very heartfelt. Ever find out why he hated the sweater so much?

 Comment Written 07-Mar-2005

Comment from Bryana

Excellent

Absolutely awesome, you tell about your life as a child, what beautiful memories! Now you have your "treasured son, my greatest care in all the world." He's very handsome, he looks like his mother.

Thank you for your inspirational prose.

 Comment Written 07-Mar-2005

Comment from fastdigits

Excellent

A pleasant writing of looking back at life when it was carefree and seemingly complicated problems were resolved by time itself.
Now, time is running down the other corridor and these new problems have erupted.
But it is always good to stop and smell the roses, put things in their proper prospective, and go on with life, finding new meanings of life and enjoying what you have.
Anyway, nice piece of writing..

 Comment Written 07-Mar-2005

Comment from CarolinasAngel

Excellent

Being a mother of four healthy and active children I often sit and watch them, listening to their every word. There's days I find myself wishing I could be their ages again; but other days I wouldn't go back for the world.

You've capture what is priceless in this world, in your words. Awesome write!

:o) Candy

 Comment Written 07-Mar-2005

Comment from Lainee

Excellent

Hi Jewell,

Oh to be a child once more! Life would be so wonderful again but we would not have the joy of our own children.

catepillars = caterpillars...

Goodluck with this,
Lainee :)

 Comment Written 04-Mar-2005