Fell from a space spiritual
Into this physical place
Called Life.
I'm a Late-Boomer.
Memory takes me back
In time
To a blue brick house
(Or was it wood? )
With a door painted white.
A rental.
I was five.
My baby sister was four.
Mommy, a nurse,
Rode a bike to work.
Our Daddy fought fires;
Rode a bike to work.
My Godfather, David,
Rode a bike to work.
He fought fires too.
No one I knew had cars.
They all rode
Bikes to work.
Too young to ride,
I walked to school
Or took the round-de-town bus
For a jill or two.
That's how my life began in
this physical space;
A winner among winners
of the human race.
Lucky me.
Lucky us.
Then I grew up;
Too slowly.
I was too short
For too long.
One year -
'77 or '78,
I grew so tall,
Mommy didn't recognize me,
At all.
Her own son!
That happened again,
Sadly,
After a fall
In '07 or '08.
She's back in that
Spiritual space now.
Heaven,
I suppose.
She was a Believer.
Lucky her.
Ashe.
~ P
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 8:09 PM UTC
Fell from a space spiritual
Into this physical place
Called Life.
I'm a Late-Boomer.
Memory takes me back
In time
To a blue brick house
(Or was it wood? )
With a door painted white.
A rental.
I was five.
My baby sister was four.
Mommy, a nurse,
Rode a bike to work.
Our Daddy fought fires;
Rode a bike to work.
My Godfather, David,
Rode a bike to work.
He fought fires too.
No one I knew had cars.
They all rode
Bikes to work.
Too young to ride,
I walked to school
Or took the round-de-town bus
For a jill or two.
That's how my life began in
this physical space;
A winner among winners
of the human race.
Lucky me.
Lucky us.
Then I grew up;
Too slowly.
I was too short
For too long.
One year -
'77 or '78,
I grew so tall,
Mommy didn't recognize me,
At all.
Her own son!
That happened again,
Sadly,
After a fall
In '07 or '08.
She's back in that
Spiritual space now.
Heaven,
I suppose.
She was a Believer.
Lucky her.
Ashe.
~ P
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