Thursday Photo Prompt. Summer

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Summer.

Days when we were young

Stretching out forever full of fun.

Days of freedom days of sun

Days before life became undone.

Summer fields green and white

Blue skies with feathered clouds

Sounds of voices, happy, loud

Summer days before we grew

To see summer with eyes no longer new.ūüíú

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Reminiscing

Today  out  the  blue  my eldest sister  sent  me  a photo  she  had  take  of  our  family  outside  our  home  in London. Circa  1956  ! It  was  such a  lovely  surprise and  it  really  took me  back!

As  Teresa  was taking  the  photo  and  not  visible   I asked  her  to  find another  one  but  with her  in it! She  did,   this  time  one  of  the  twins  was  absent  as  she  was  taking  the  photo !  I  look a  little older in  this  one  so  I  reckon  it is  circa   1958.

Top ¬†photo : ¬†Elder Brother T with his ¬†tongue out,Mum, , Dear ¬†Mary ¬† now ¬†deceased, Elder ¬†brother’s Twin F, ¬† Brother ¬†JP, Dad ¬†and ¬†me.

Bottom photo: Eldest sister Tess, brother T in  long  trousers  this  time, a  cousin, brother  JP with  his  tongue out this  time, Mary  peeping out  at  the  back , another  cousin  and  then  me looking  grumpy!!

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Reminiscing 

I remember the  days of  black and  white

When  we  were  taught   wrong  from   right .

Endless days  of  love while growing up

Here I ¬†drink ¬†from yesterday’s cup.

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Here  we  are in  days gone  by

My  those  years spread  their  wings  and fly.

Hot dinners ,comfort in  the  family  fold

Things  to  remember when we  get old.

 

Someone is  missing, sister  Tess,

With the  camera  she  catches  us in time

Come good  or ill,all of us, lives  entwine

This  made  me what I  am I  guess.

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Days  were  so much  simpler  then

I bet  you  think  I have rose tinted  glasses on

I  know  you  do  but  you  are  wrong!

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A bedroom in an empty house! Day 20 Nano Poblano

Eyores  are  sad!

Eyores are sad!

Tiggers are  bouncy

Tiggers are bouncy

On this wall is Tigger, Pigglet , Eyore  and Pooh!

This  special wall that I saw  today

Belonged  to happy child  who in this room did play

There must of been many  many  happy, exciting  times

A child  lived  there  who loved a donkey, a pigglet,a tigger and  a bear  that talked in rhyme

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Now  Pooh was bouncing  flowers on his nubby  noseIMG_20141120_191506698

Tigger was bouncing  from his tail through to his toes!

The sun was peaking out from behind a beautiful cloud

Pooh bear

Pooh bear

Pigglet was happily singing, but just not too loud

Poor old Eyore  looking sad because  no really  cares

He  follows  you round  the  room with is  mournful  stares.

 

Pigglet

Pigglet

 

Yea Mark 

A mother’s poem

One , two, three sons you gave me                      

Difficult yes  but no one promised it would be easy!

Years have passed and they have grown

The have cluttered up my brain and destructed our home.

Times, you have scared us with your antics wild

Left home returned and left again smiling all the while.

Madcap travels in countries afar, crazy hair and fashions

those damn tattoos are like a scar!

Funny how all those piercings disappeared and all those

mad hair styles never stopped them advancing ( as I had feared)

Illnesses and broken bones all worked on and mended now

you all seem happy in your own homes with partners and friends .

And the youngest of you with memories of a wonderful wedding vow.

So many memories good and deadly bad you have made us happy and made us sad

you have broken our backs and broken our hearts run down dead end paths and had many a new start

Nothing worth having is easy and that is true but my boys we really do love you!

Daisy Chains

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Sitting in the garden making daisy chains half an eye on the sky in case it decides to rain. Climbing up the slide scanning the park for somewhere to hide.

Swinging on the swing laughing so loud that I want to sing. After and before riding on the seesaw up and down holding out your legs so your feet done touch the ground!

Dizzy falling down legs from riding on the the roundabout¬† holding on to your breath so you don’t pass out. Sliding down the banisters scooting across floor peeping through the windows¬† swinging on the handles of the doors.

Take me back take me back to the easier then. Play with me play with me let me be your friend!

 

 

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