POST #207. HOW FAR BACK CAN YOU REMEMBER?

Wouldn’t it 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.

Now I have grandchildren I sometimes wonder how much they will remember of the happy times we have together. Nothing special. Just the everyday things. Sharing a story. Playing hide and seek. Cuddles. Bath time. Bed time.

I wrote this next poem when I was a new mother. Every parent has done this. Watched their child sleeping.

The same feeling still comes over me when I hold our fabulous new grandson who was born less than three weeks ago.

The years are swept away and I remember this poem I wrote a lifetime ago.

I watch my son 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.

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems