Remembering Childhood—with Gratitude

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, as her smiles caressed our souls—

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!

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

So they, hopefully will remember!!

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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19 Responses to Remembering Childhood—with Gratitude

  1. mrswrangler says:

    I have found memories of my childhood. I grew up at 17 when my dad died. What a lovely poem.

  2. murisopsis says:

    You took me along and then the circular pattern of life brought me back to a new beginning! A wonderful poem of reminiscence!

  3. kim says:

    Beautiful circle of life, that you see, so gratefully.
    (& perfect photo! to accompany)

    • Zakiah says:

      Gratitude is always there Kim, it is the passing of the decades so swiftly, that I shake my head at.
      The photo was taken in Vero Beach when we were there for a month and watched the Atlantic and listened to the waves. The gulls loved the bread every morning.

  4. Rupali says:

    Such were the golden days of childhood. You took me back to the memory lane.
    A lovely shot of seagulls.

  5. This is beautiful and I love the range of emotions this has evoked.

  6. They WILL remember! 🙂 And they will be grateful for you and for those memories made with you, SweetZ!
    What a beautiful, heart-felt poem that gives rise to emotions and memories to everyone who reads it! 🙂
    Those positive childhood (even all of life) memories help us through the tough days. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Carolyn. Had written this several years ago, and I think i have included it in my book, Gulistan: A home of Flowers. Check it out on Amazon. (Always plugging, ain’t I? Love and hugs to you.

  7. michnavs says:

    you took me back in time Zak.. and i am teary eyed now…. i love this…

  8. lolaWi says:

    as a grandmother, i became a storyteller. i know they will remember. thank you for taking me back to a wonderful time and space. such a delightful read.

  9. r_hsw says:

    You had me reminiscing my childhood days with this beautiful poem. The good old worry-free days.

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