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A Memory
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A Memory |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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A Memory It was still pig-tail time, blonde memories in a father’s eyes, by the cobalt lake that we had driven hours to come by in order to set camp and memories are the sounds of whippoorwills, coyotes, soughing pines of the sound of crimes. Ah, there she is, my little sister, screaming…hanging tough in the non-conforming affinity of nature’s green extremes. And there is my brother, throwing rocks. Over there is mom, with her scarf holding back her hair, dressed in lumberjack red, holding down the fort. Dad was calling, there were lines to bait and while I never minded flinging the worm it was baiting the hook that was most difficult, so I allowed to be babied, because I could do the rest. Fish, being cold blooded, and all. While the sun was warm, the air was cool bologna sandwiches filled our bellies then s’mores had their way, and we slept well, but the memory that comes to mind was the next morning because the ground had been hard the sleeping bags thin and Dad took the thinnest, because he was Dad, and that’s what he did. I remember his movement, stiff, and sore, but at the time it seemed just slow, and that was not Dad, Dad was fast and sure and quick, and I didn’t know At ten, no; I didn’t know. The crime: My brother threw a rock into the lake, and scared the dinner dad was planning. The crime: I really forgot that my sister was there. The crime: My brother isn’t here to share this memory. The crime: It took 50 years to write this memory. The crime: now I know of slowness, hard ground and memories. © KRJ 1/15/12 67000 |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
What a memory! This is an absolutely heartfelt read. A beauty! JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Your poem brought to memory deep sea fishing with my dad. He was strong and always reassuring. My crime was not realizing how dangerous the ocean waves really where. Thank you for a wonderful poem, Ms. E |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
We see so much when we look back, don't we? Sacrifices that went unnoticed are treasured as we do... just because. I love this poignant look into your past and present, K... Beautiful write! |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Great visuals & emotion in this, Sunshine~~~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, Sunshine, I was thinking of you just yesterday and wondering when you would grace PiP again. This crime-infested tribute brought back nights when me, my father and mother, and a man by the name of Ollie went gigging. Well Ollie and my father gigged, I stayed behind with mother. When they came back from their appointed rounds they would have a sackful of frogs. After they were cleaned they got rolled in cornmeal and flour and thrown into a large cast-iron skillet with a buncha of lard in it. There would be potato salad to go along with that, plus a lot of white bread for sopping the leavings from the skillet after the frog legs were done. Thank YOU for the memories! ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very lovely memory, dear Karilea, even if it is so steeped with crimes! The scenery so vivid and charming! Margherita |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
An exquisite multi-memory exquisitely executed, Karilea. Owl |
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