My mother and your mother were hanging up clothes,
but no punch in the nose
over said clothes
that flapped in the breeze,
and did they make cheese
in a churn in the basement
where the canning jars lay,
filled with dead spiders and webs
till the flood swept them away
with library books that were never returned,
soppy sponges of required reading
when To Kill a Mockingbird was acceptable,
and now Harper Lee lay tired
in a five dollar bin,
the Wal-Mart specials stacked and falling over
by hands that dig searching
for something perhaps found
or not.
My mother and your mother were never together
hanging up clothes
as the houses were set too far apart
and the times were simple
riding our bikes on country roads
as we drank our Dr Peppers by the creek
and growing bored returned home
to hear the arguing
the words that never seemed to end
but we carried our paper origami games
because we wanted to pick rightly,
the name of the boy we would wed,
but roses are red and violets are blue
I still remember
and hope you do too,
somewhere in this world I like to think
you remember me fondly,
the childhood friend who moved away,
who could never settle
with my soda in my bag
and the wind in my hair,
my mother and your mother….
what color was the blood?
I always chose blue
seemingly less real.

A steady stream of consciousness poem for you folks today. Was reminded of those little paper games that we played as children, you’d flip the tab of your choice and ultimately would find out the name of the boy you’d marry. I don’t know why that memory surfaced but gave it a go. The image was the closest I could find to the paper thingy we played with….stirring up the ghosts for sure πŸ™‚

14 thoughts on “FlAsHbAcKs

  1. I seemed to have stirred that up for a lot of folks πŸ™‚ no one can quite remember their name, if they even had one πŸ™‚ peace and love and enjoy these beautiful temps πŸ™‚

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  2. yes, the good old days when we played outside and stayed out till after dark and played physical games, red light green light, hide and go seek, etc….ah, bliss filled memories ❀

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  3. No, I didn’t see Stranger Things. I don’t have Netflix anymore but I was thinking of my childhood bestie and my mother and her mother were never quite friends, so I think that’s where that originated from, so she couldn’t have “socked her right in the nose” πŸ™‚

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  4. thank you Pragal, I often get a chuckle out of the things that crop up out of the blue, but it does give good writing fodder and stirs up memories for others, always a great thing ❀

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  5. Kim, I loved this, and remember those “paper thingies” (whatever did we call them?) We made ours with cut and folded notebook paper, wrote in various answers…. Life was simpler then – kids learned early to be creative instead of relying on electronics…. But I digress. Truly enjoyed your poem! πŸ’•

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  6. A wonderful poem, full of nostalgia. Did you happen to see Stranger Things, season 2? The paper game you describe was in it.
    Your poem made me think of it just now. I’m not sure why this line captivates me so much, but it does, “My mother and your mother were never together.”

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  7. I don’t always get to see the pictures that accompany the words on my mobile WP. It often leads to a lesser reading experience – consequences, I think they may have been called – but, I was never very good at Macrame and couldn’t fold paper to save my life. G:)

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