Back in time…

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Written as part of Sunday Scribblings 2, which offers the word “Untamed” as inspiration AND Quoted #3 and Weekend Wordle #3 at A Prompt Each Day, which gives a quote from Salman Rushdie and a set of ten words as inspiration for a post AND Wordy Wednesday at Blog-a-Rhythm, which offers the phrase “The world is a small place” as inspiration. Also sharing this with Open Link at d’Verse Poets, Poetry Pantry at Poets United and The Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. ~ Image Source ~

Back in time…

I have a time machine; it starts on its own,
in her company, or even when I’m alone;
takes me back to when untamed we ran,
to the moment she came, and it all began.

when the world for us was small, sweet,
when each other’s joys made it complete,
when the little things were always best,
and we just didn’t bother about the rest.

try as Gram did to scare us to go to bed,
the ghosts in her stories were nice instead,
but we had acted afraid, to see her smile,
we knew she cared, and it was worthwhile.

we’d ride our bikes, as the monsoon came,
get wet, scolded, and smile just the same;
we loved to feel the chill, no winter woes,
no coats were needed, no scarves to go.

write letters to no one, sing without care,
play after dusk with friends, talk and share;
we’d read novels till we did fall asleep,
books still on faces, and memories to keep.

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when the time travel ends, I feel this void,
seek a way where this present I can avoid;
return once more, to when we were young,
and sing, with you, all the songs unsung.

sister dear, those days, are the most I miss,
when all worries would vanish with a kiss,
these memories, bittersweet, I cherish today,
thank God, for sending you, my life’s way.

(© 19th June 2015)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

62 thoughts on “Back in time…”

  17. Love.. the flight of Seagull wings.. that sees no high
    or hears no low.. oh.. to be alive.. to soar
    so high.. low.. with ‘Jonathan wings’..
    beyond the Sun.. inside the
    moon.. of use we do..
    Love.. to simply
    glide..
    as
    Light..:)
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  19. Did she get to read this? 🙂

    I have always been a mother figure to my siblings so we never got into trouble together and things like that. But siblings are special, they really are.
    🙂

    • It was 🙂 It’s a happy present too, but not as beautiful as childhood. Nothing can compare, actually, can it? 🙂

      Thank you, Conscious Cacophony 😀

  24. What a sweet tribute! I really enjoyed this. I can especially see the two of you lying in darkness, maybe with a flashlight, giggling and reading, and then falling asleep with books on faces. Such a great snapshot.

    • Yeah 🙂 Childhood was one amazing time, Marian. It’d be lovely to relive them some day, but till then, I’m loving it to relive them through words 😀

  29. Lovely skipping and hopping rhyme in a sister tribute. I see all the sites you post this on and wonder how you ever visit and comment on so many poems at each one? Lots of time online, I imagine.

    • I visit a few on each site, yeah. Not possible to read all though, but I do try to. 😀 🙂 It’s easier when I link one poem to the sites. Then I get more time to read.

      Glad you liked the poem and the rhyme, Susan.

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