Childhood Memories

This set of little angels used to live on the top of my aunt's bookshelf.
Whenever I visited her home on weekends, as a child, I used to love seeing them there.
They were especially magical at night because she would light a candle near them!
I used to love their shadow shapes cast on the wall.
Not long before my aunt died, she gave them to me.
I still treasure her angels.

Monday Feature prompt ~ Childhood Memories

Tiny sweet angels
Memories of happiness
Child's view of heaven


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Postcards from Childhood

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Puddle reflection at Tootgarook, Mornington Peninsula
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One Single Impression prompt #39 ~ Childhood Memories
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Looking back to
Very young days is like poor eyesight
Needing new glasses
A little out of focus
Maybe set in frames
A little weathered
Or humbly confined to some large album
Laden with sticky memories
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Or perhaps they are just filmy fragments
Reflected
Twisted
Maybe
Torn
Roughly from some bigger sky ~
When each change of season
Each new dawn
Each new rainfall
Sheds another
Tier
(Or tear)
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I smile when I remember those oily cashews in his pocket ~
Those heavenly minutes
Walking together
Each work day ~
And I willing the train
To arrive late
Just for once
So he may tell me a story
Instead of timing his train
Just right
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Bushwalks at weekends ~
(His bushwalks keeping us close to the mystery of the land)
We lived in a new area
And the end of the road meant
The beginning of tired trails to tired paddocks
But I only saw wild flowers
And a white horse
Silently dreaming under a eucalypt
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And there was always my swing
My wings to the clouds
Right by a laddered vine of sweet peas
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My mother always seemed to suffer with headaches
And a constant need to dust
And a religious ritualistic reminder that
School clothes must be shed right after school
Baths must be bathed
Pyjamas must be on and then
Homework must be done
Before dinner ~
Strange
I don't remember
A hug
Or a bushwalk
Or a story
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But then
The memories of the young are
Fickle concoctions of
What was and
How you wish it could have been ~
Like postcards
Fresh from
Photoshop
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Morning light at Tootgarook
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Just puddles
Reflections
A few clouds and
Bursts of light
So small beside
Silvered moods of seas
Shimmering nostalgically
Under parades of white clouds
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Child by the waters at Balnarring, Mornington Peninsula
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