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Tag Archives: childhood
Remembering the Eve of Holi ~ Shilpa Nairy #writephoto
Holi is the festival of colours, an ancient Hindu religious festival which is now celebrated in many parts of India. This festival signifies the victory over evil, the arrival of spring and the end of the winter. It’s a night … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, Festival of colours, Holi, Holi eve, memory, remember
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Portal ~ Brian F. Kirkham #writephoto
When i was little, i used to go Out with mum and dad , and take in the Natural beauty of the coastal beaches and amassed hillsides nearby Dipping a toe in cold water and Enjoying a walk Continue reading … Continue reading
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Tagged beach, childhood, cliff, crabs, fish, Otherworldly, Pebbles, rocks, sea, water, writephoto
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Under the rainbow
While her dad and I worked in the garden, fixing the wind-battered shed, Hollie sat at my desk, watching the fish in the aquarium and drawing me a picture. We had just been looking at some photos of her father … Continue reading
A sense of home
I spent the afternoon with my great grandparents. The fact that their ashes were scattered to the winds over thirty years ago seemed irrelevant. My home, a place they never saw, was full of their presence as the years slipped … Continue reading
A Tangent to the Earth ~ Steve Tanham
No thought of dirt as Young fingers slid round iron Rifled in straight and bitter verticals To stop small boys ascending Ha! Continue reading at Sun in Gemini
Flowers… Life Lines
There were flowers. Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast, All lace and diamonds. Long black gloves And painted lips, As she left, laughing. A child who watched As the door closed. * There were flowers… Yellow tulips, Cellophane and … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, joy, Life, loss, love, motherhood, Poetry, spiritual journey, womanhood
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Wake #midnighthaiku
* Childhood remembered Wake to icing-sugar dawns Dreaming of magic *
The man without a face
I wrote this several years ago now. In some ways, it feels wrong to repost it… as if by doing so I am not giving enough for what has been given. And yet, this man has stayed with me for … Continue reading
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Tagged casualties of war, childhood, harry patch, man without a face, poppy day, remembrance day, servicemen, war deaths
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Remembering
My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were still living close to home when I first came into … Continue reading
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Tagged casualties, childhood, effects of war, memories, peace, poppies, remembrance day, soldiers, war
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The perception of memory
I slowed to let the young lad on the bicycle pull out onto the roundabout. That looks like… I raised my hand to wave to my son’s friend and instantly realised my mistake. It might have been his son, but … Continue reading
