Poem Memory – Poem on Memories – Memories Poetry

Poem Memory – Poem on Memories

Poem Memory

Where are those days when we stayed out till dark,
Where are those days where we played in the park,
Where are those days when we wore hand me downs,
Where are those days we got lots for half-crowns,
Where are those days we picked brambles for jam,
Where are those days we made ‘guiders’ from prams,
Where are those days when we fished in ‘oor burn’,
Where are those days ‘stewed tea-pots’ were our urn,
Where are those days where we’d buy and swap scraps,

Where are those days when we’d never ‘need maps’,
Where are those days We’d all play ‘kick the can’,
Where are those days we ‘tick-tacked’ for our man,
Where are those days when we made daisy chains,
Where are those days we stayed out, sun or rain,
Where are those days we’d play ‘peevers and bools’,
Where are those days We’d all rush home from school,

Where are those days when with ropes we’d all play,
Where are those days where we’d roll in the hay,
Where are those days when we’d build our own bikes,
Where are those days we’d use brushes for ‘mic’s’
Where are those days When back greens were our stage,
Where are those days neighbours joined (off all age),
Where are those days now, my vision seems misted,
Where are those days am I sure they existed,

Where are those days we’d have five in one room,
Where are those days Mother swept with a broom,
Where are those days of home baking (cheese scones),
Where are those days (dad suit’s went to the pawn),
Where are those days when Christmas came around,
Where are those days Santa gave (equal pounds),
Where are those days when life back then seemed hard,

Where are those days (bless) with memories ‘I’m scarred’,
Where are those days when at Easter we’d stroll,
Where are those days we’d have boiled eggs to roll,
Where are those days when on Saint Valentines day,
Where are those days we’d write words (our own way),
Where are those days nature taught us real living,
Where are those days have they all gone to Heaven,
Where are those days we’d play conkers once threaded,
Where are those days (are they in mind) embedded,

Where are those days when we all went out guising,
Where have those days gone ain’t bygones surprising,
Where are those days when Guy Fawkes came around,
Where are those days we’d burn everything found,
Where are those days we would build our own ‘Boney’,
Where are those days Firemen let us get (oan eh),
Where are those days now, are they wrapped up in cotton,
Where are those old days Ha! they’re far from forgotten,
Where are those days our front doors were left open,

Where are those days with ‘ten kids’ Mother’s coping,
Where are those days mother’s used their old prams,
To visit the Washhouse, dirty laundry they’d ‘cram,
Where are those days, mothers went Tattie Hawkin
Where fathers worked too, then to pubs they’d get ‘lock-in’,
Where are those days when on Sundays we’d scrub,
In front of thon coal fire in thon big metal tub,
Where are those days mothers sat down and stitched,
Where are those days we’d get bone-combed for itch,

Where are those days we’d run errands for neighbours,
Where are those days where we’d do them… as favours,
Where are those days mother made us wee frocks,
Ha! I’m glad they are gone, fucking dresses bollocks!
Where are those days mother wrote us small notes,
To take to the neighbours saying (a loan have ye got?),
Where are those days mothers scrubbed clothes in sink,
In our house (we had two) conjoined… kept cold drinks,

Where are those days where we watched Jackanory,
Andy Pandy, the Wooden Tops, nothing too gory,
Where are those days we watched in black and white,
When telephones never disturbed… day or night,
Where are those days when we’d take turns to dine,
Where greasy spam fritters (Craigmillar Steak) was just fine,
Where have all those days gone, are they now gone forever,
Perhaps in present living…but from my memories Never!


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