On Reflection

Yes, they get bigger.  Just click on one.

 

On Reflection

We squirrel away the memories, their details much enhanced.
How is it that they did not leave us as our lives advanced?
As our lives acquired more finesse, the games were not so fun.
We appreciate the playing more now that it is done.
The games we play in later life are done with pens and papers
but oh, we well remember those early childhood capers.
First loves of adolescence as we fumbled through the rules—
how to play the game of love not taught in any schools.
And though our later lives may be filled with fun and zest,
Long afternoons or late at night, old memories are best.

 

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

11 thoughts on “On Reflection

  1. M. Oniker

    As to your comment about it not being the norm to take photos, it made me smile. Here’s another one to add to things millenials just won’t get, like actually dialing an actual phone. 🙂 How wonderful that you have these photos. Photos were rare in our family and to add to that I have a type of phobia about getting my picture taken (have no idea why, but it has been with me since ever). So there are literally only about three photos of me in childhood. Probably less in adulthood, which isn’t so sad. 🙂

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      1. M. Oniker

        A friend of mine teaches at the university level. At the end of a term, one of his co-workers gave the students the instructions that for something (I don’t recall), the students could send him a self-addressed stamped envelope. More than half of what the kids gave him were NOT SASE. Several of them were sort of right but sealed shut. They didn’t know what SASE were or how to do them! 😀 and :::facepalm::: Yeah, the world is doomed. 😀

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