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Read More"why are you so addicted to popcorn?" because on Saturday evenings... when I was small... (too young to know of more exciting things... like theaters and urban adventures) there was a table that became an arena where board games and Uno took over and we gathered...
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On the farm it was always busy busy busy. These nights were like time capsules when everyone came together in love and joy…not for work. Thank you 😊
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We can relate to this piece. There was a poetess on dup that was super at these type pieces also. We don’t remember her name only that she reminisce often on earlier happier times, kinda like Styxian. We like his pieces also.
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I used to write this kind of memory-based poems all the time on DU. Styxian does a fantastic job at memory journeys. Thank you 😊
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They were beautifully chaotic moments filled with love and the smell of fresh popcorn…on really special occasions we made banana splits too! Farm folk…these were cherished times. Thank you 😊
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Beautifully penned, Willow. Another excellent write filled with ripe nostalgia my friend. I definitely remember board games and cards and to the point that there were always amazing snacks. My dad used to make fresh Carmel Corn when we’d have a movie night. It’s the little things in those sweet memories we hold on to most. Amazing read as always. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I sometimes think farm folk and country folk have the most rich lives in terms of special moments. When everything stops so we can have these evenings, it makes them all the more precious. And my dad was a master at cheating playing Connect Four and loved Uno like nobody I know. We knew when he was about to lay some ornery on us because he’d grin like crazy and giggle. He never could have played poker. 😂 Thank you, my friend
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Read MoreWhy did you leave us, Amma?Your health was gentle, only touched by small sickness—There was still time,So much time left for you to stay. Why did you go so early?You were my strength, my quiet power,The one who made me...
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Fantasstic and beautiful.
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I was in emotional turmoil that i could serve her for one day, but our love in between was of ages we were together in births we took. She was my bold mother in-law who wished so much for me including what i have to wear. I miss her so much and it was mixed emotions for me , she got out of her severe pain in one way and other way in this life i am not going to see her again and I didn’t get her last look. Now I need to repay my love to her in the form of protecting family from troubles.
I appreciate your stopping by and do please drop your reviews and i am here to let my pain teach in the form of write and learn my emotions so i be useful to others and inspire people that sharing our pain leads to solve few people pain by relating to me and my writings.
Jessy Jacob ❤️
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Fireflies Over the Somme
She led me to a lonely forest glade, where fireflies flew and faeries might have played,
The brooding sky was blood red, pure delight, the half-light glowed as dusk turned into night,
We lay among white lilies in the mist, she winked and beat her wings before she kissed,
Then whispered sweetest nothings in my ear, the…Read More![]()
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Thank you for liking my WW1 poem! HJx
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It’s good to have memories like that. Sometimes – when memories are triggered – you can’t help but be reminded of those carefree times when life was a little more magical and joyous.