MIXED THOUGHTS

A Time, A Place, A Season

Photo by Stephan
Photo by Stephan

ELSIE FERDONE by b. Malin

I remember that day so long ago. I remember that day, as if it were yesterday. I remember you Elsie Ferdone. With your dark shining hair and your beautiful face. All those toys that graced you, I remember that day that you invited me into your world. I remember that day, as if it were yesterday. I wanted so much for you to Like Me, for I Idolized You, Elsie Ferdone. I was ten years "young" and you were ten years "Old." We played all afternoon together in your room. I remember, I laughed at everything you said. I was a shy "skinny child," but I remember, that I felt Beautiful that day so long ago.

I wanted that afternoon to last forever....but the end came much too soon. I remember as if it were yesterday. I picked up each toy carefully, making sure to put it back in it's Proper Place, as you stood there watching me. After, you walked me to the front door, smiling your beautiful smile. I turned to you, Elsie Ferdone, with all my courage, and in my small voice, asked if you would like to play at my house the next day. I waited breathlessly for your answer Elsie Ferdone. You just looked at me and Laughed, it was not a nice laugh, and I could feel the tears starting to sting my eyes, as you opened the front door to let me out. I will never forget your Laughter Elsie Ferdone for it followed me all the way home.

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Traces of Me by b. Malin

Traces of me are in blue skies and bright sunny days, and laughter into the night, and friendships forever. Traces of me are in long "endless nights" when sleep won't come and everyone else is sleeping. Traces of me are in time, time is so important, especially when you don't seem to have enough of it, and it seems to be rushing by so fast.

Traces of me are, "Envy" a word which is like a Cancer, in that it can destroy your very being. and yet, at times, I envy. Traces of me are in being "Happy" and staying happy. And knowing only "I" can make that happen.

Traces of me are accepting middle age, not an easy task. Especially when the mind thinks young thoughts, while the body starts to show it's age, and all the world seems to be carrying the banners of youth. While tell-tale lines smile back at you in mirrored rooms.

Traces of me are in my children. I hope that they only inherited my "good traits" and will remember, that Everyone, including me, has made mistakes, and will continue to do so. Traces of me are here today, and I hope not forgotten when I am no longer a Trace.

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A Wish by b. Malin

If I could control anything on earth, it would be the weather. It would be "Spring-like -Summer" eight months out of the year. The grass would stay beautiful, and lush, and green. The birds would sing their songs, knowing they had plenty of worms and seeds to feed their young. The children would be healthy, and glowing,and strong from playing outdoors.

The other four months would be divided up between fall and winter. A fall so glorious, that many an Artist would take to an easel just to capture it's beauty. The rains would be light, falling from the sky, like a wet cloth, dusting off the earth's greenery making new life grow.

There would be snow in the mountains for my skiing friends, and no tolls to get there! The snow would be fresh and white, and packed to perfection. The air would be cool and crisp and the sun would be there to warm their faces as they skied into the night. Time would be endless on those mountain tops.

The winds would blow softly in the early spring, scattering the seeds for new life, and man would get the idea to do the same. There would be no hunger, no droughts, we'd care for one another, without smothering...or expecting too much.

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Another Thought by b. Malin

Life is like a garden, if you cultivate it, it's Beautiful. But if you neglect it, you wind up with lots of Weeds.

Comments 6 comments

Bethany 6 years ago

The pictures u have put with the poems go perfect I really like :-)


b. Malin 6 years ago

Thank you so much for reading my work and enjoying the pictures by Stephan


Judy 6 years ago

"Elsie" made me weep....I loved "Traces" and a "Wish"

Keep writing


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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Once again, thank you Judy...some of this Hub Page was quite personal...and I am a private person...so expressing like this, and getting such great comments, is so therapeutic...I hope for all.


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N.E. Wright 5 years ago from Bronx, NY

Hi B. Malin,

Elsie Ferdone, is beautiful and sad. We all seem to have been through some sort of a cruel joke by some -- cool -- kid who suddenly decided to hang around us ....

This made me sad at the end. Well done.

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Traces of Me,

This is nice.

It does make you wonder.

I know I fear my son will have my bad traits. LOL.

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A Wish,

Wow, great descriptions. I can see what you are saying.

I love the spring. Oh, and do not get me started on the smell of freshly cut grass. I just love it. LOL. I know it is weird, but I just loved it when my younger brother, father , or mother would cut our grass.

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Another Thought,

Wow, this is true.

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Okay, why have you not made these lovely poems separate Hubs? They are so cool.

Thanks for sharing.

Take Care,

N.E.


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b. Malin 5 years ago Author

Thanks so much N.E. for all your wonderful comments and insight...Now I've learned to do one Poem at a time...live and learn...Glad you enjoyed. LOL.

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