Looking backPosted: July 10, 2015
Now I have grandchildren I sometimes wonder how much they will remember the times we have together. Nothing special. Just the everyday things. Reading a story. Playing hide and seek. Cuddles. Bath time. Bed time.
It would be wonderful if we could all remember the first few years of our lives. After all, these are the years – we are told – that form us, shape us into the people we become.
I was trying to encapsulate those feelings when I wrote the poem, “Childhood”. It was written many many years ago when I was a new mum. I have blogged it before but wanted to share it again.
Although it was a very long time ago, I can still remember how I felt. I expressed the same feelings in another poem of mine you might have read – the one that goes …
” I watch my child asleep in bed
what dreams can he be dreaming
the little sleepyhead
I want to build a wall around his cot
Shield him from the world
Instead I tuck his blankets tight
And kiss my sleeping child goodnight.”
I am sure this is how many parents must feel about their sleeping children.
The same feeling still comes over me when I hold one of our four fabulous grandsons.
The years are swept away and I remember this poem I wrote when I was a new mother.
Do let me know if it strikes a chord with you.
Is this how it was?
Little child snug on mother’s knee
Is this how my childhood went?
Now I sit
with my own son
whose life has only just begun
He cuddles close
and hugs me tight
And everything in the world
I now yearn for the child I was
The years are swiftly going
I watch my child
and other children
Living, loving, growing.
If only we now grown up
could recall how it was then
when all the world was mother’s smile
and begin again.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems