IN THE BEGINNING
while cranking homemade ice cream
he lived across the street
and invited her to share.
I imagine his eyes twinkling
and her laughing
and their hands touching while they
I want to believe that
once upon a time
they were happy.
@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2010
All Rights Reserved
Sometimes all we have to hang on to is belief. Sometimes lucky enough to have memories. Sadly not all those memories are as happy as we would like them to be. I sadly don’t remember much of my childhood. Whether that is a coping mechanism that I have or whether I have just blocked out all the stuff too painful to remember.
So you hold on to everything you can memories beliefs anything that can help you through. You may never even be here at all in fact none of us if just one single moment had have turned out another way. We would not therefore have all the people and things in our lives that we have now and for them I am eternally grateful.
You can at least believe that.
– Anne McKenna
Thanks, Anne. No, not all memories are happy ones but it is nice to be able to sort through them for myself.
A beautiful idea to write about it. I was adopted at age 6 mos. and met my birth mother when I was 35 yrs. old. It wasn’t great. We haven’t spoken since. I will never know my birth father. She would not divulge.
I did, however, give excellent care to my adoptive father while he was dying from a brain tumour. I am proud of that.
One of my posts had many hits from an Aussie podcast. You may be interested in it.It is called Relinguished Babies.
Re: well done
Thank you for sharing your story. I’ll check out your post.
These are so beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks for reading. Knowing people are reading makes it a little easier for me to dig in for another round.
Susan, love your project. It’s so personal… thank you. And congratulations! You won GOOD POEMS over at my blog. You can email me at irene at irenelatham dot com with your snail mail address, and I’ll pop it in the mail!
Thank you for reading, Irene. And thanks for the book! I look forward to reading it. (sent you my addy via email)
Susan your poems are so beautiful. I felt in my heart everything you wrote I cried & even giggled a bit (the ears). I know just a bit more about dad than you but not much. I look forward to reading more of your poem. I’m so happy you found us & so proud to have you for my sister.
Thank you, Lori.
tanita says 🙂
Even for an hour, once upon a time, they were.