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Where Memories Flow Like Water .... 9
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Where Memories Flow Like Water .... 9 |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada 
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Where Memories Flow Like Water While sitting near a gentle stream, to while away the day, Far from the chaos of my life, I lift my head to pray; I look about this quiet scene, the meadows to the left, The mountains back and to the right, the high, unyielding cliff. Below a darkened cavern, where the minors dug their gold, A cave now dark and empty, like my heart, a vacant stone; "Why can't it be like long ago? Please take me back in time," "To simpler days I treasured so, when life was sweet and kind." I bowed my head in silent prayer, that I might be returned, Then suddenly, a flash of light, a crack of thunder heard; My heartbeat raced, my eyes, they burned, my ears went slightly deaf, Disoriented, for a moment, stood to catch my breath. What force of nature had occurred, as daydreams overtook? I turned to see familiar sights, but dropped to knees and shook! For wonders of all wonders, as I gazed behind me now, Was water rushing down the cliff, where none had been before! I stumbled closer, rubbed my eyes, amazed at what I saw, 'Twas water, high cascading, from the giant cliff above; Beyond this sparkling waterfall, through sheet, like falling rain, I heard a sweet familiar voice, 'twas calling out my name. I hesitated, terrified, but moved toward it still, And saw beyond the water there, the cave was bright ... light-filled. In disbelief, I entered then, beneath the rushing flow, The pounding liquid rushing past, this luminous window. Drenched and short of breath I exit, to another world, As dreamscape there unravels, and this fantasy unfurls; I hear my name, it's called again, I look from left to right, I scan my new surroundings, as I try to quell my fright. I'm here, in my old neighborhood, in times that were sublime, I'm back nigh thirty years or more, transported back in time; Perplexed, dumbfounded, "Can this be?", I turn from whence I came, To see a fountain, not the falls, through which I'd heard my name. And as I stood amidst the coins, in water to my knees, I heard a softly spoken child, 'twas whispering her dreams; Her eyes were closed, her head was bowed, a single teardrop fell, Into the waters there beneath, the fountain's wishing well. I heard her voice, quite clearly now, this tiny, little girl, Was praying for a wish that day, a dream ... a miracle. "Why can't it be the future now?", she whispered out aloud, "Please forward me to better times, where I'll stand tall and proud." "Away from all the pain I feel," she sighed, and then looked up, "Transport me to a better place, where I can be grown-up." Another teardrop graced her cheek, as slowly then, it fell, And at that moment, tossed a coin, into the wishing well. And from my reverie I broke, as then I heard my name, The voice was loud and clear this time, I turned my gaze that way; A woman so familiar there, was walking t'ward me now, With arms outstretched, and gentle smile, I knew this face somehow. I opened mouth to speak, but then, she passed me by and sighed, As she bent down, embraced the girl, to comfort as she cried; "My little one, don't run away, you had me frantic dear." The woman hugged the little girl and rocked her through her tears. "You'll grow up soon enough, my sweet, don't try too much, too soon." "Some day when you are older, you will sing a different tune." "For everything takes time, my love, just wait a little while," "The pain will ease, just give it time, we'll get through this," she smiled. The little girl grinned back at her, and took the woman's hand, And there beside the fountain, they embraced, and smiled again; The woman reached inside her pocket, grabbed a little coin, And tossed it in the fountain, wished aloud a final time. She said the words I knew by heart, this wish she prayed, you see, For there, reflected in the water ... stood my mom and me. The memories came flooding back, they weren't such simple days, But time had healed those little wounds, just like they would today. I watched them as they walked away, myself and my sweet mom, And turned toward the falling water ... back from where I'd come. /Kit McCallum |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Oh Kit, how well you write... Thanks for sharing your abilities with us... Regards, sudhir |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Dear Kit, what a wonderful poem you have created here, I loved every second of the read, the rhyme was perfect as the memories you shared, how life like the story, how welcome the tale. May we all keep the memories of our childhood and smile as we tame the coming days of life. Great work Kit, loved it. Sincerely Rick |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (tears fall down my cheeks) Oh my gosh, this is so so beautiful, I cried reading this touching poem! (sigh) A fountain of youth...sooooo beautiful! (smiles) The sweet words of your mother echo out in this lovely poem, and now as you've grown, she always smiles with you to see the loving beautiful woman you've become with the heart of a true child within. (big hugggssssss) Oh Kim, you always write such heart-touching poems, I love you! (kiss on cheek) I love it! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kim, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
An amazing reflective write. Back and forth between the times, and underscoring my thoughts that life just is what it is..yet each aging generation speaks of missing "the good old days" while youth want to push the fast forward button of time to the elusive "better day" ...I love the way you write. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Kit~ I've read this beautiful piece every day, as it sits framed on my chifforobe of memories~ It stirs the heart of this daughter in tender recall~ Thank you for sharing it again for others~ Awesome ~  *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah....yes....thank you for this.... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
ohhhh kit, this is so soft and beautiful. It is perfection in reflection. Wonderful write! On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Simply beautiful...one of my favorites...you are a special poet...James |
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Elizabeth
Moderator
Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Kit, this is beautiful, and so true! Time will erase the pain and leave only the good memories. Well done! P.S. Great imagery too, I could hear the pounding water.  God bless America, my home sweet home. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Kit, You know, inceredible! Wonderful how you mix memories with today, so fresh they blur together. Goose bumps on this little boys heart. Thanks again.  Sin isn't fair, but God got even, grace isn't fair either. larry c |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And as I stood amidst the coins, in water to my knees, I heard a softly spoken child, 'twas whispering her dreams; Her eyes were closed, her head was bowed, a single teardrop fell, Into the waters there beneath, the fountain's wishing well. I heard her voice, quite clearly now, this tiny, little girl, Was praying for a wish that day, a dream ... a miracle. "Why can't it be the future now?", she whispered out aloud, "Please forward me to better times, where I'll stand tall and proud." "Away from all the pain I feel," she sighed, and then looked up, "Transport me to a better place, where I can be grown-up." Another teardrop graced her cheek, as slowly then, it fell, And at that moment, tossed a coin, into the wishing well. ================================= I dont think anyone could forget this one... once read it leaves an impression. for both its admirable gifts and its a heart-tugging wisdoms and this is a cadence kissed reminder that the Archives hold treasures of gold. One of your best Kit-girlie...on an ever growing list. You're the hidden cost and the thing that's lost in everything I do. |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Kit- This is such a lovely and tender write. Reached in and tugged at my heart...so touching. You are an incredible writer, my friend. Thanks so much for sharing this again. Hugs, ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
what an absolutely beautiful story Kit, and as I read it I almost didn't even realize it was rhymed poetry as it flowed so very well. The images were so vivid, as were the lessons written to learn in this one. I will read this one aloud for sure and thank you for this one! (Hugs to you and yours) ~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~ |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I know the talent that is in these words and everytime I read it it means more and more to me than the time before....wow, Kit. Kathleen |
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