Remembering back,
if I could just have a sharper image…
of the way our kitchen looked on holiday morning.
The silence of it,
before the magic disappeared.
Or the way my father kept his things in a top drawer,
and what exactly were those things… I can’t remember.
The exact wood pattern on my grandmothers rose bud bookshelf bed.
The warmth of my mother hugging me.
A Nickelodeon radio playing love songs on summer nights to help us girls drift off to sleep.
The little things,
our youth.
Before the magic disappeared.
It is all still there, just blurry. Faded. Aged. A time before.
I look through this photo album,
a graveyard of these heart stringed memories.
A quilted kiss of all that I used to have…and all that I still love.
These memories, the very atoms that make up the spirit of my childhood,
my magic.
Where the magic came from.
Things have changed now,
the little things,
the big things.
It is all so different.
Remembering back,
if I could just have a sharper image…
The silence of it,
before the magic disappeared.
Lovely, lovingly expressed – the yearning we all have for happy times past. I felt myself floating away…
I float away when I read it too, glad it could take you somewhere!
That’s the thing about magic, it’s fleeting.
This is too relatable and very well written.
Welcome to Stars Rite btw
I’m happy to be here, still trying to figure it all out. Thanks for the relating and reading Adira
My pleasure.
This poems give nostalgic feelings! I agree with Adira, those moments are fleeting. We must cherish them. Well done!
I’m all about the nostalgic! It’s a go to theme for me. Thank you so much 🙂
The magic does not disappear … it is still there only we do not see it.. that is why it is called magic.
Now the role of a magician “like yourself” is to make it appear …as you say, “et voilà!”
et voilà! -let’s see what happens!
Great write.
Magic is illusory.Perfect for the unconditional minds of children but non existent in adults?
Always trying to chase the dream of keeping my childlike wonder. Thanks for reading Peter, I appreciate it
Beautifully penned, Rain. Nostalgic vibe, it’s childlike imagination that keeps us young at heart. I also ponder memories often, really great read. Appreciate you.
Damian
What struck me was the line, “before the magic disappeared”. The line puts me in the mindset of the story of Peter Pan who lived an eternal life in childhood. In someways, the concept of nostalgia takes us all to that magical time and place of our own personal “Neverland”. The heart and curiosity of a child is boundless; might we find a way to recapture that magic! Poetess, I really enjoyed the read. Thanks!
I started to read this poem and immediately morphed back my early childhood and could feel the hugs and kisses from both my parents and grandparents ❤
My magic disappeared rather quickly and into a troubled adolescent existence but for these few moments I identified with your write.
Intrinsic writing
BIG LIKE
Thank you for sharing that with me, where it took you. That’s my favorite part!