Dear Regular Readers,
I hope this week’s edition of our newsletter finds you positive in mind and healthy in body.
Just a short poem for this week, it’s a quickly thrown together affair, but I think that’s pretty obvious when you read it. It’s a meandering collection of words that have been cobbled together into sentences that I hope somewhat evoke the passing of time without all the sadness and regret that you usually associate with poems about getting older.
I hope you have a good weekend and stay safe and I’ll be back again next week with an offering of something or other be it poetry or a recipe for some cake, pasta dish or other.
Looking back and laughing at the passing of time
Sitting on the sofa with loved ones looking and laughing at the passing of time and how it has been kinder to some and not to others.
Fathers that used to have a full head of hair and mothers in the background struggling to stop their kids from behaving badly.
Mothers and fathers helping to shape the lives of their children to help them grow up to hopefully eclipse what they themselves have achieved.
Memories of low cost holidays spent with shirts and socks off on local litter peppered stony sandy beaches
looking out on to water that was always made less than inviting because of its temperature and colour.
Tubs and cornets of ice cream in hand barely melting even when the sun broke through the clouds.
Often going without the affordable, but never scrimping on the warmth and security of unconditional family love.
Children growing up unaware of the sacrifices made by their parents to give them the best possible start in their lives.
Monochrome and colour pictures of the past bringing up fond images in our minds
preventing such precious memories from entering into the forgotten as long as they are not lost.
Old clothes that you keep in your bottom drawer to remind you that you’ve lived that part of your life.
Passing some of them back in time to be worn and lived in by others in the present to allow them to imagine living in the past.
Then there was time you realized you’d been single long enough and your girlfriend became your wife.
There are those odd moments in time when we see, smell and hear things that make us feel we’ve experienced them before.
And it’s all wrapped up in the passing of time because that’s what we live for.
A poem by Stephen Austwick.