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Book of Loving Memories
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Book of Loving Memories |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio 
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Book of Loving Memories As I sit upon the porch swing and watch darkness ascend, I sit and listen to the gentle rain. The rain reminds me of bacon frying in the big old cast iron skillet my mother used for so many tasty delights, the pineapple- upside- down cake, cornbread, pork chops crisp and tender. As I continue to sit upon the porch swing the smell in the air is fresh and clean, with a light delicate fragrance of perfume from the rose, or the magnolia blossom, or maybe from the freshly mown grass on the front lawn. As I sit and swing, the neighbor children begin to play in the warm summer rain. Hands held high, spinning around and around, smiling, running, jumping with laughter, and singing a merry tune they have learned from where, they do not know. As I sit on this old swing, I think of past memories of parents now gone, children grown with families of their own. The children, I hope, will remember the contentment, the relaxation of good conversation, and the laughter of a silly joke. When the time comes, may they also have a porch swing. Then they too can build there Book of Loving Memories. Hugs BonBon  |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Bonnie J, This is a very nice, sweet poem. This must be "national porch swing day". I'll have to write some front stoop poems. Keep up the good work. Bobby |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Yepper Bobby.... National Porch Swing Week. LOL It' Spring. That's what it is. Hugs BonBon |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Delightful poem, Bonnie. I'm glad you changed the color of the print, I can read it better now. Ida |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Bonnie~ This is delightful and stirred a pot full of wonderful memories for me~ As a young girl we lived in a home that had a huge wrap-around porch with that glorious porch swing~ It was a place to sit and sing out loud ... many of my youthful 'poems' were sung to the night in that old porch swing~ Thanks for the memory-maker~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful...reminded me of the days when me and my brothers would swing on our Grandma's porch swing...I can remember swinging in the rain...James |
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