Born with, Good and Gooey
No silver spoon was I born with
True, not even a stainless spoon
Plastic hadn't been invented
We were poor wasn't everyone
"Things" didn't have sure woulda liked
Electric train and others big
But had the "little things" boys need
Pocket knife, barrow wheel to push
We were poor but plenty of love
Things children need money can't buy
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 21xx, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day 29 for the prompt push, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-8/
- I am also linked with Rosemary at her hosting's today of Friday Writings #24. Congratulations, Rosemary, on your latest writing achievement.
- Photo is my Fifth Grade school picture. Eight in school, four of us were cousins. Can you find me?
- The prompt was to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — My gift, it really was, was being in a poor family. A two bedroom, four room house called for sister to have the second, I slept on the front porch without heat or AC, all Nebraska seasons. My grandfather and Dad closed it in with storm windows. - Photo, I was the boy in back, sister was front by our teacher.
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So true! Sounds like it was innocence, imagination, love and shared common struggles of the community that brought joy to your childhood.
ReplyDeleteThis rings a bell. So true. The simple things gave lots of happiness.
ReplyDeleteYou nailed what we all need, and it isn't the amount of money or how many things. I grew up that way, too. No regrets!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the congratulations, Jim! I love your reflections on the silver spoon. Same for me. I remember how much my little brother loved the billy-cart Dad made him – in the days when Dads had time to do such things, and not the money to buy them.
ReplyDeleteMy Mum gave me money to buy cutlery as a wedding present (so I could choose my own design rather than her choosing for me) and was so disappointed when I got stainless steel rather than silver. But I think they are pretty (with a rose pattern on the handles) and I'm glad I didn't have to spend time polishing silver.
Yes indeed and we had fun, connections, adventure All things which are missing a bit these days I think we were rich
ReplyDeleteSounds familiar. A boy and a pocket knife had a some options. I made a lot of bows and arrows with mine.
ReplyDeleteEvery word ~~~ me too.
ReplyDeleteHa, I picked out the right boy in the photo. You have the same cute smile as that kid. :-) I like your poem, Jim. I can relate to it.
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