
As she looks back through
her car seat window
everything was getting smaller
by every passing minute
Everything was slowly moving away
everything was dwindling down
the friends she has spent
her best part of her fifth grade
and played the silliest games they found
The playground where she played
and the swings which took her
high up in the sky
the small lanes and alleys in the street
were slowly waving her goodbye
She slowly passed by the house of the boy
she couldn't believe she had a crush on
now the truth will always will
be buried in the little diary
in her small little palm
The stores near his house
where conveniently
everything she could find
and there was no reason
for so many stores in that line.
The dainty hills in the back
where her friend could play
from dusk till dawn
where she first tore her
pretty birthday dress
she so much adored
Everything was slipping
and moving further away
as she took a last look
with her teary eyes
as her family was relocating
to some silly
new town now.
Photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash
This post is in response to the daily prompt Relocate
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I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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Beautiful post, I enjoyed it!
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Thanks. I guess all of us through this feeling sometime or the other in our childhood.
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Memories of this
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I have lots.
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I love the everyday symbolism of the car seat window, the playground, the house of the boy, small lanes and alleys, the stores, the dainty hills etc. There are some childhood relics that’ll never get relocated from our heart.
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Thanks. I am so glad you could relate to the poem. yes childhood memories are the most precious.
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I could so well relate to this one Megha. Dad was in the Air Force and we shifted base every few years 🙂
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Feeling is mutual Radhika.My dad was in a transferable job.He got new posting every year.
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I think my daughter can relate with your poem 😉. This beautiful poem brought a tug at my heart.
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Thanks.I can relate to her too.
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Beautiful poem. Loved the little details about her life in the poem. 🙂
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Thanks for such kind words.Feedback like yours keeps me going.
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
This poem came to my mind as my neighbors are relocating.I saw that familiar look in her’s daughter’s eye.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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This is exactly how my childhood went. Every three years new place, new friends. Phones were not popular and social media didn’t exists those days to stay in touch. You portrayed the emotions really well
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and guess why? Cause that was my childhood too every 10 months we were moving places.Shantanu, this is getting too wierd…haha
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Lol. Too many common strings. 😊
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Woven from the same thread, we seem to be.
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It appears for sure. I am sure we can trace it back to some common source 😊
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A lovely thing to say, Shantanu.
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😊 – one day we might find out. Till then let us relish the moments 🥂
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Cheers to that lovely thought!
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😊
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