Today I stopped by the old family home
time had taken its toll…
The white picket fence now lies on the ground
the windows, broken holes …
There are no more sounds of children playing
Everything’s dull and grey…
The old oak swing I sat on for hours
the rope is torn and frayed…
I can't believe I’ve been gone for so long
thirty years have now past
It seems I traded my dreams for their time
It seems I traded my dreams for their time
the dreams, they didn't last…
Oh what I would give to turn back the time
If only for a day…
To see Mother smile when Daddy came home
to hold their hands and pray…
Copyright © 2012 Jon Arno
Copyright © 2012 Jon Arno
Jon this is soooooo beautiful and heart felt. It brought tears in my eyes, the feelings you express in this poem catches the reader indeed. Wow. Very touching my friend. Gave you a 7 on this one.
ReplyDeleteJon: What a wonderfully nostalgic write. I now live in Colorado but grew up on a farm in Indiana and always make a visit (a drive by) when I'm back there, tp the old farm home where I was born and spent 10 happy years. You brought back many fond memories. This is my kind of poetry about the old days and times that are going to be lost unless we record them in poetry, etc. Keep on wielding that very creative quill of yours for our delight - Bob
ReplyDeletePatty Clarke PRICELESS,,,,,,,, and it's even more priceless when you look back and can say, "Thank You God" that you had the "know-how" to say Thanks for ALL of it! All those car-sick rode trips I'd do over in a heart beat,,,, same with all the "BOO HOO POOR ME" summer pack into the mountains on horseback to fish with my family vacations. And I thought my girlfriends trips were great,,,,,,only for those few moments. Thank God I got to express these feelings to my Mom and Dad before their untimely passings.
ReplyDeleteTammy Rhoades now that the older generation in my family is all gone leaving me the oldest left to set examples for the younger this poem has deffinately brought a moment of feeling alone i who cherish these memories and they who willl never know what down home really means.....guess that means i better go find me some old barn wood and build me a cabin in the woods and teach this younger bunch how to really appreciate and value life in the old way lol i can just here it now ..thanks jon love it and really love to see you post and share thanks agin bless you
ReplyDeleteLaurie Healy beautifully said ..
ReplyDeleteMary Munson McLemore exquisite!
ReplyDeleteAnn M Hall This is very a very nice tribute to your upbringing.
ReplyDelete"Enjoyed your poem, Jon. Very touching. Love, Kim"
ReplyDeleteThis is a touching description and remembrance. Of my two ancestral homes, one burned to the ground years ago with only a large chimney to mark its former location. The other was bought by people lacking self-respect and has become a one-dwelling slum. Both make me sad and I can't decide which is worse. Thanks for sharing. Elton
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this Jon...brings tears ..but am still grateful for those days and the wonderful parents I was sent to. I'm adding this to my favs. list. Love, annalise
ReplyDeleteMarietta Mardirossian You made me cry, how much all of us would like to turn back time and live in that sweet moments once again!
ReplyDeleteDebbie Williams Armstrong I like this Jon it's amazing how time flies and sometimes things change so so fast very nice poem
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Amanda Du Preez Maree Very nice heartfelt write. Time passes in a blink of an eye... And the If only's grow more as we grow older...
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