Monday 31 May 2010

in the moment


in the moment

sometimes it’s not easy what to think…
sometimes it is hard to catch a thought…
and
sometimes it’s best not to think
at
all…

you’re swept along with what is in the moment, when the phone rings or the lawnmower growls, do-it-yourself hammers, dog snores, breakfast, lunch and dinner, cobwebs when the sun shines, dust in the corners, un-ironed washing mountains, socks that might be darned and windows that need cleaning…

…so what’s with the memories?
sometimes they catch up with you…
sometimes they paint pictures of the past…
and
sometimes it is good to sit
and
think…

…we were a good bunch, the children of the 40s. Not all of them are left now, some died or have lost touch but those who are, are loyal still and safe in one anothers’ company in spite of aches and pains and some complaints… like Ellie’s knees and Elsa’s back, Mathew’s bladder, Rowans’s nose and Rita’s problem with her weight…we haven’t had it easy really, the in-between kids that we were, war babies they called us then and that is why we have so many problems with our health. It’s not as though we had been fed well when we were small, there wasn’t much to give us and to build us with…the fittest lived, the weak ones died. That’s how it was and the tears that sent them to their graves had to be put on hold and had to wait until all the battles had been fought. Flower children we became and hippies and we loved one another, gave each other daisies but not sex…that was another generation, that was for the beatniks. We were children of the 40s, a good bunch, really, the children of the war, the in-betweens.

…sometimes it is good to sit and wonder…
…of what became of all the others…
…sometimes it is right to ponder…
… what of their fathers and their mothers…

…Ellie’s china doll and Elsa’s dog, Mathew’s ginger tom and Rowan’s stamp collection…Rita and her love for sugared almonds…and what of me who cannot think so well these days…

…best not to when it is like that…
...best leave it as it is and has become…
and simply just to sit
and dream
and
let
the
sun
warm your soul…

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