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Lavender in our Pillows

September 16, 2009
By Green_Eyed_Irish PLATINUM, Vancouver, Washington
Green_Eyed_Irish PLATINUM, Vancouver, Washington
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Lavender in our pillows
And castles in the sky
Candles in the windows
While Mommy hummed nearby.

Visions of my childhood
Now dance before my face
The test of time withstood,
So that nothing can abase.

Oh how I miss those summer days,
Of lying in the green,
Of Irelands natural displays,
Those times were so serene.

Mommy dearest played with us
And taught us how to sing.
Her grace was ever boundless
And her eyes, always sparkling.

She was a vision of beauty,
My sweet mother, young and fair.
And all the village did agree
Her kind was ever rare.

We’d laugh, and sing, and dream
How, we’d dance the day away
We’d try to catch the sunbeams,
Or we’d play at the Fairway.

And when the evening came,
We would gather round the fire,
Where Daddy told of Celtic fame
And men we should admire.

We children loved our Daddy so
He was so strong and brave
His eyes were dark as a chateau
His wisdom, to us, he gave.

Our parents were a jewel.
And the envy of the town
All the children wanted mommy
And Fathers charm was so renowned.

When nighttime came and eyelids fell,
Daddy tucked us into bed.
Mother sang of Irelands past
And sheep danced in our head.

One today would think quite silly
Of my childhood in the green,
But I wouldn’t trade it for all the world
Or a glimpse of the unseen.

For nothing in those days mattered
But Ma and Da and us.
And learning, living, loving,
And of dreaming in the grass.

Visions of my childhood
Now dance before my face
The test of time withstood,
So that nothing can abase.

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on Sep. 21 2009 at 7:48 pm
NorthernWriter, Fargo, North Dakota
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Favorite Quote:
"Only dead fish swim with the stream"

Love the title, the word choice, and the imagery :) keep up the good work! your words make me feel like I want to be five again, protected by my parents when I could so easily thrust myself into their arms. The title is very cozy as well. I'm writing poems...just starting out. Please tell me if I'm on the right track?