The smell of sawdust
takes me to a time
you’d send me to pick leaves for the silkworms
after your tools turned on you
(usually the ratchet screwdriver)
my young ears safe at the mulberry tree,
brother’s mosquito gang
wheelieing up the laneway
for a smoke and 50cc tune-up
with their favourite neighbourhood oldie,
mixed with varnish,
illuminating the nightwaves
Lovely memories of childhood…
inspired after reading your ‘Rock Pools’ 🙂
I’m so glad! 😀
yes, that souns very nostalgic, and it painted a lovely picture in my head.
Great 🙂 Thanks. bb
I used to collect army worms. They were little worms off of the trees…I’d set them up in rows like army men and watch them crawl to battle. Dad used to get a kick out of that.
I am sorry that you are sad but the memories are precious. I create memories like this for my kids now for the same reasons because I still enjoy thinking about them. I say this to myself… if I leave them with nothing else I’ll at least leave them with a smile when I’m gone.It’s also the main reason I write on this blog so that if something ever happen to me my children’s children will have something directly from me. And Yours with have these words from you. 🙂 Peace be with your heart Bluebee.
Boys will be boys – always engaged in some sort of combat 🙂 Yes, being able to make your children laugh and leaving them happy memories is a precious gift for them. Thanks, 2zpoint.
Memories! Lovely poem – the ‘mosquito gang’ is perfect.
ha ha – thanks Gabrielle. Funny boys, they thought they were so cool on their bikes 🙂
What a wonderful tribute. Lucky dad.
Thanks, Monica – I was lucky enough to have had a great dad.