As a teen I used to love scribbling thoughts, snippets of stories I dreamt of writing, poems, and some other things on scraps of paper and the end of every day they got dumped into my top dresser drawer along with letters from my friends. Once it was full all those things were dumped into a box.
Several days ago Sailor was poking around the attic and came downstairs lugging a box filled with all that stuff. Somehow it managed to survive all these years. We sat down and started digging through the contents. I'm so glad I kept them, and that I used to write when ever inspiration struck. Everything from everyday happenings, nature, fiction, and the musings of a girl in love.
I'm sharing the one poem today, written about two of my little brothers and my mother.
Time for Dishwashing
"Time for dishwashing, come my boys"
Mom's voice rose above the noise
I looked at brother, he looked at me
This job again? How could it be?
We took off in a straight bee-line
We'd have them done in record time
Ten minutes later outside we raced
Swooping past Mom ignoring her face
Heedless of suds and droplets galore
Which behind us were slithering fast to the floor
What a beautiful fresh and clear sunny day
Dishes forgotten we resumed our play.
"Time for dishwashing, come my boys"
Mom's voice rose above the noise
I looked at brother, he looked at me
This job again? How could it be?
We yawned and stretched and slowly trudged
And leaned on the counter to watch the suds
"A toy man for captain!" I shouted in glee
Watching the plate drift lazily
Two spoons for oars to keep it afloat
"Watch out for the rapids - don't sink the boat
The egg beater churned the water down deep
We didn't notice it beginning to seep
Till water was gone, the boat ran aground
"I'm Noah," I said "dry land we've found!"
The suds became a white beard for me
Let's ask Mom now to come and see
We turned and found her already here
She tried to be stern but those lines of cheer
Just crinkled her eyes and chuckled her voice
"Time for dishwashing, come now my boys!"
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What a great poem! Such memories! I also loved the pictures of your bedroom in your last post. You have truly been blessed. Enjoy your weekend.
ReplyDeleteSuch happy memories. How smart of you to write them all down at the time or they might be forgotten.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Betsy
I can just see it! Did you write it in English originally or did you translate?
ReplyDeleteStephanie, it was written in English. Pennsylvania German isn't a written language, so anytime we wanted to write something we always wrote in English.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem and memory. I hope you will be sharing more soon.
ReplyDeleteI just (right now!) finished reading your entire blog! I found your blog about a month ago, and since then, I've been reading from the beginning every chance I got. Thank you for sharing so much of your life and memories... what an amazing journey! I also shared a link to your blog on my facebook page, and got some of my friends reading, too! God bless, Jessica <3
ReplyDeleteLovely post. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThat poem was wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThat's really quite clever for a teenager. Have a wonderful week!
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