Homesick
– Renee Adele Phillips
Barefoot on my porch this morning,
I watched the moonset.
The screen door slammed shut behind me
as I came back in,
and I thought, as always,
that I was homesick for this place before I knew it existed—
this little white house, surrounded by red geraniums,
green-shuttered,
one hundred years old.
I regret the years I wasn’t here
the way I miss the years I didn’t live—
the Lucy years of polka dots and fedoras
when people believed that Ricky really did love Lucy.
When Doris Day, all cotton candy and Chanel No. 5,
pulled her yellow cardigan close and sang
“whatever will be will be.”
I long for those years
when James Dean’s pretty young mouth whispered
fast and furious
and a family like the Cleavers
gathered around a black-and-white TV
in a living room like mine,
watching Bob Hope sing about memories
and believing him as he sang “how lovely it was.”
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I love your poetry, Renee! More, more, more… PLEASE!
Thank you so much, Mom. Be careful what you wish for. . . ❤
Renee, I love how you can take a thought or a topic and produce a beautiful poem like this! You cease to amaze me with your God given talent in writing. I love the memories you have stirred in my mind as I read about the good old days. I, too miss those days, but God has us here and now because He has a plan for each of us. I do wish I could go back and have that carefree life I thought was the best! Family, friends, playing late in the summer evenings, grandparents visiting and most of all my mom being there! Thanks for helping me remember the good old days! Love you, my sweet friend! You have blessed me tonight! ❤️
Thank you so much, Melanie. I’m happy this brought back some good memories for you. And your words have definitely blessed me. ❤
Oh the good old days, sometimes they seam better in memories than they really were. The most powerful memories are being with family and friends, some trips we took and being with someone special (like my grandma) that tough me so much about family history. These memories are so precious and I pray I never loose them.
Love♥️
Grover
Grover–you raise the question–were they really the good old days, after all? I’ve just always felt like I belonged in that time. Thank you for always reading my words and letting me know what you think. ❤
What great pictures your words produced in my mind. 🥰
That makes me happy–thank you. ❤
Ah, Sparrow, thinking about “the good old days”.I can relate, to some degree. A somewhat , Lightband breezy blog. Keep on blogging. TexGen
TexGen–glad you can relate. Thanks for reading it.