The memory still pulls at my heartstrings you by the wooden gate, pumpkin seed shelling and the hens at your feet, pecking To the old picket fence, I'd come scooting you'd offer me some we'd sit gratified sparks flying hearts swelling intoxicated-- us shelling
They’re having heart-to-heart talks at dVerse, my friends, and you’re all
invited to participate.
Photo: Image by saving up for a new camera 📸 i will be glad to donate💲 from Pixabay
Thanks for reading,
I wish you miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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This is lovely. 🙂
You’re kind for saying. So glad you read. Thanks so much. XO
You are welcome, Selma. 🙂
What a heartwarming lovely picture you created! Love it! ❤️
Thanks Punam. You bring me music. I appreciate this comment. Be well, my dear. xoxo
You are so welcome. You too, stay well. ❤️
Beautiful thoughts from the heart.
Makes me glad you saw where this one came from. Thanks so much for reading. I appreciate you. 🤗
This is such a sweet memory, Selma… tell me, if you don’t mind my asking, how old were you then?
Yours,
David
Ah, let me count… I reckon I was 17 then. 🤔 💭
Nostalgic and beautiful.❤️
Grace, thanks so much. I bless you.
My pleasure.💕🙏💕
This is so beautiful – the fondness of your memories shines through!
Thanks so much for reading, kind Ingrid.
The simplicity in your quadrille is what caught my attention … I remember times like that. The image speaks beautifully to the poem.
Life was simpler then. Never boring. Kids today would be lost. I lived it. Loved it. And I see you too did.
Thanks for the comment. You bring me music every time. Be well. Good night. xo
Such a baeautiful memory! I, too, lived in those simpler days and have similar memories. Blessings to you!
Beautiful time of simplicity that lasts. Glad you were there too. Yay, Us! I bless you, Beverly. And wish you miracles.
What a beautiful memory of a simpler time. I love this.
De Jackson, Glad you did. I appreciate you reading and commenting. Do come again. I will visit you too.
I enjoyed your poem. Indeed, the beauty in the simple. Well done.
Best of comments when someone says they enjoyed. Aww, I’m all teary eyed now. Thanks for reading and commenting on a poem of simplicity. I wish you well. I wish you miracles.
Enjoyed the warmth in the memory, pumpkin seeds are delicious. Wonderfully, conveyed piece of time.
Aww. Warms my insides. Glad you enjoyed. Come again. Browse to your heart’s content.
Be well. I wish you miracles.
Ciao!
This activity is new to me but I love the picture your poem has recreated in my mind. Obviously , you have fond memories pumpkin shelling with someone you loved dearly…. the homely vibe warms the heart.
Hey, Tempeste. You’re welcome to browse at your leisure. And I love knowing what attracted you to the blog. In this case it was the image. Thanks so much. I do spend much too much time selecting the images. I tell you, the choices are endless.
I’m glad you returned to read. And yes, the shelling is a thing of the past that still warms my heart.
Be well, dear one. Stay safe. I wish you miracles. (Come again soon)
A marvelous memory.
Thanks, K. Glad you thought so. I appreciate you.
This is both beautiful and sweet Selma! I love it.