Remembering Childhood, with Gratitude!

(Friday Fiction on Xanga posts.)

The green fields of home, where the color green
matched the early leaves of spring in this town-
this feeling of being away for so long, missing the
moments of laughter with friends and siblings–

I miss!

Give me back my childhood, without a care, where
my grandmother told stories of kings and queens
and of lands of fairies and butterflies; her stories
longer than our nights, and her smiles caresses on our soulsβ€”

I miss that too!

I want those rain soaked streets, with puddles
where we jumped up and down and splashed water
all over us, laughter gurgling from the depth of our bellies
our hair flying in the wind, and the silvery chimes of anklets–

I long for this!

Paper boats in the puddles, some washed-up and limp
our hands pushing them along, giggling at the
shreds of paper; innocence and simplicity, washing ashore
wonder in our eyes, longing to repeat the same game

I remember fondly, and I miss that!

I celebrate my life, and a mind that can still ruminate,
thoughts that can be converted to speech–
Now, seven decades later, I miss my youth, and play
these same mindless games with my grandchildren,

So they, hopefully will remember!

 

Zakiah Sayeed Ali

November 19th 2015

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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8 Responses to Remembering Childhood, with Gratitude!

  1. ruthdetwiler says:

    such wonderful memories and so much to pass down to your grand children.

  2. mrswrangler says:

    Very nicely written. Have a great weekend

  3. What a beautiful poem that I womd ne able to share the content .
    I understand well <hat you express .

  4. My comment is gone early . here is :

    What a beautiful poem whom I would ne able to share the content .
    I understand well what you express ., Zakiah .
    Love ❀
    Michel

  5. They WILL remember and they will share the generations of time spent, laughter and sweet memories with their children! What a wonderful legacy of love! Your weaving of words brings beautiful vivid word-paintings to my mind! I think a piece of writing is perfection when, as I’m reading it, it gets my senses and my emotions involved! This did just those things, SweetZ.! πŸ™‚
    HUGS!!! Happy Whee-kend!!! πŸ™‚

  6. Since I was here last I was thinking about what you shared here and how sadly not everyone can remember their childhood fondly. 😦
    I’m so glad you do! πŸ™‚ And your grandchildren will, too! πŸ™‚
    More HUGS!!!

  7. I wish we could give such lovely memories to all!!!!

  8. rudyhou says:

    paper boats in the puddles… oh gosh, can’t remember the last time i did that. i too miss the things i did when i was little. today’s young generation has no knowledge of simple games and fun that have nothing to do with technology. i miss the then simple life sometimes. the most advance and technological savvy toy/game i played back then was Pac-Man.

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