this poem is written to Peggy's Poetry Jam prompt to write about the past or/and the future.
Seems like yesterday
I sat at my mother's
kitchen table overlooking
Disneyland, Catalina Island
visible when smog blew out
We packed silver dimes into
plastic tubes to save
for my grandchildren.
This afternoon my grandson
spilled his treasure box.
I helped him clean up marbles,
wooden monkey, silver dime
from 1963, unpacked from
plastic tube at his mother's
kitchen table on Texas afternoon.
Seems like tomorrow came.
Oh I love the sentiments of this poem...
ReplyDeleteI can feel it--the coming of the past in that very kitchen... :)
so nostalgic!!
ReplyDeletereally bridges the generations
I love the way you blended the past into the present here. Time goes so quickly. Thank for linking to Poetry Jam.
ReplyDeletePrecious memories, Victoria. I can't get over that you lived so close to Disney World! I can't imagine having such wonder close by when I was growing up. :)
ReplyDeleteNice memories shared here. "Silver dime
ReplyDeletefrom 1963," I am sure he will treasure it forever!
Erick Flores
...seems like tomorrow came..
ReplyDeleteWhat a GREAT line! love it so much!
That last line is stunning and true....lovely writing Victoria!!
ReplyDeleteSo true. The past comes and go quickly.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
I like the leisure of the writing until that final line. Wonderful finish, played just right.
ReplyDeletetime goes so fast...our memories pile up quick...thanks for slowing us down a bit to take a look back...nicely written
ReplyDeleteTomorrow comes, always too fast!
ReplyDeleteLovely images. This poem drew me in in a lovely and simple way and I could picture and feel it. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI just played around with a poem about sorting pennies. One of the dates? 1963. I love when these simultaneous things show up in the poetry-blogging world (it's not finished so it never made it for the past/future prompt).