Perfection
Take me back to the place
Where time moved so slowly.
A time that was so perfect
That it easily could be mistaken for heaven.
A time so dear, yet so far away from me now.
Can I ever return?
Would it be the same to me now?
Though I realize I can never return,
I know that I will never forget the memories
Of my brief encounter of heaven.
By Chris Fishel
Take me back to the place
Where time moved so slowly.
A time that was so perfect
That it easily could be mistaken for heaven.
A time so dear, yet so far away from me now.
Can I ever return?
Would it be the same to me now?
Though I realize I can never return,
I know that I will never forget the memories
Of my brief encounter of heaven.
By Chris Fishel
How well I remember my time of childhood innocence. A time without responsibilities, when I was the apple of my Father’s eye and all of my grandparents were still living. You are always extra special in your grandparent’s eyes.
Some years my dad would have a great big hot dog roast for my birthday and all my cousins would come over. My birthday is in the summer and we would have such a great time together playing in the sprinkler. I truly lived in the country then, with dirt roads, halter-tops, and barefeet all summer. The woods bordered 2 sides of our house and there were even chickens and horses behind us. We had ducks and dogs and all too frequently come upon snakes in the yard.
So yes, I can remember heaven on earth. I only hope my own children will recall there were some great times that nothing material will ever replace. All my grandparents are gone now, and my parents are far away –even detached from my present life. I’m hoping to find that perfect feeling again, even if it is only for a moment.
Thank you, Chris, for allowing me to post your poem, for pricking my hard heart and making me feel again, and remember the ones I loved long ago. It is still bringing tears to my eyes now. I’m so glad you also had heaven on earth.
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11 comments:
The bond you share with grandparents and great grand parents is something very special, I think. I had that with my grandparents - especially my great grandma, who died when i was 13.
I see the same bond between my kids and my parents, and it fills my heart with joy seeing them together.
This was a lovely post. I too have wonderful memories of my childhood. We are lucky.
That is such a lovely picture teresa.
I wish you have a sunny and warm weekend. God bless!
I was so lucky to grow up in an extended family; grandparents, great-grandparents, cousins, uncles, aunts. My son didn't have that opportunity and he knows he missed something. How special family is! Thank you for the reminder.
wow. lovely poem and beautiful photo. thanks for sharing!
What a beautiful poem. That made my eyes well up as well, and soften my heart a little more.
I am so glad he allowed you o share that.
How truly beautiful. It's wonderful how he is able to reflect on his life and make poetry out of it.
The shot is gorgeous too. And I loved reading the description of your childhood summers!
A very talented teenager wrote that. It gave me goosebumps as well. He has a lot of self-confidenace to allow you to post it.
And yes, my son is recovering as well as can be expected, thanks for asking.
Chris this one's for you.
Always know that you still in heaven only for now it's on earth.
Thanks for sharing your great poem. You've touched my heart and stirred my soul.
Oh and please do stay a kid inside forever (I for sure still am and loving it).
ohhh....tears in my eyes as my son will be a senior next year...thanks for sharing !
So very very beautiful
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