A Heart's Journey

I was the first to see you, the first to hold you, the first to kiss you.

I saw your first smile.  I saw your first steps.  I heard your first word.

I read to you.  I sang to you.  I rocked you to sleep.

I took you to the zoo.  I took you to the movies.  I took you to church.

I cheered you on playing baseball.  I cheered you on playing basketball.  I cheered you on playing soccer.  

You fell, I picked you up.  Then I hugged you.

You got sick, I nursed you back to health.  Then I hugged you.   

You were sad, discouraged or angry, I listened and encouraged you.  Then I hugged you.

You were happy, cheerful, excited, I listened and encouraged you.  Then I hugged you.

You went to preschool.  I cried.  

Then, you made my heart smile.

You went to kindergarten.  I cried.  

Then, you made my heart smile.

You went to high school.  I cried.   

Then, you made my heart smile.

You graduated.  I cried.

You made my heart smile.

You lost your way.  

I lost my heart.  

                                                                                                                           N. Elaine  ©2010

~ Museum of Memories ~

An antique lamp, Grandma’s rocking chair, Grandpa’s pipe

Old record albums, old photographs, scrapbooks

matchbox cars, Barbie dolls, baseball cards

Report cards, yearbooks, diplomas

Love letters, saved dried flowers, wedding gown

Baby crib, stroller, car seat

Bibs, onesies, “Blankie”

First shoes, first suit, first bra

Forgotten toys, favorite bedtime story, that “special” bear

First catcher’s mitt, Star Wars figures, Pokemon cards

Soccer cleats, scout uniform, basketball trophy

Clay bunny, popsicle stick flowers, school valentines

U.S. President report, science project remnants, award winning poem

Prom memorabilia, graduation cap, diploma

Plastic Jack-O-Lantern, Christmas ornaments, Easter baskets

Mother’s Day cards, birthday cards, congrats cards

Beach umbrella, sand chairs, seashells

Air mattress, sleeping bags, suitcases

Old television, bookshelves, that bench to refinish

Newer ‘old’ furniture for new beginnings

Lots of old, nothing new, forgot it was borrowed, and yes the giant bunny is blue!

All stacked and packed in boxes,

Tucked away for storage,

Filled with smiles and tears, happiness and sadness.

~ Museum of Memories ~

THE ATTIC

                                                                          N. Elaine ©2010

Lost Thoughts

Seven months ago I created this blog.  Its purpose was to revitalize the writing in my soul.  Instead, it has haunted me like a phantom in the night.  Forget writer's block.  I drove straight to writer's gridlock after a stop for a cup of stage fright!  So now, after an aesthetic blog makeover, I am courageously journeying forth risking uncertain heights of humiliation to share the thoughts and creations of my pen.


Of course, I am not going to be foolhardy and completely dive in head first.  So, I have chosen something fun and lighthearted for my first 'official' post.  It is something I wrote 32 years ago.  I vaguely remember it being a poem assignment for English class in high school.  I have tweaked it a bit, since the more mature and literate me of present noticed some errors of the more youthful me who originally penned it.  And, in no way am I stating that I am now an authority on the art of writing.  Just saying.

 Old Man Brown

In between the mountains,

I found a little town.

Nobody lives there.

Except Old Man Brown.

Complete with saloon and general store,

It takes you back to the wild, wild west.

Dancing girls, gunfights, and outlaws galore, 

The town was bustling with life and zest.

There, he sits, drinking alone on a stool.

Lonely though, he is not,  I know.

For he has a companion, a buddy, a pal,

In his little old donkey named General Beau.

Now both of them are gone.

There's quiet in the town.

Only memories to live on,

Of Old Man Brown.

                                                                                          Nancy Harrah 78'