Front Steps by Glenn CurrierThe fondest memory of childhood
the one that comes to me at odd moments
when I need to escape from fear
or balance the haunt of sadness
embedded in the recall
of my mother's face
when she was angry or afraid...
The fondest memory of childhood
is lying on the front steps
with B.J. who was my closest friend,
my first bud in my seven year life;
the little boy bond we had
still feels strong and sure and warm
sixty years later.
The first memory of childhood
is of us adjacent on our backs
gigglingly pointing
at the rabbit, Santa and Indian
drifting - all white and gray
in the afternoon Louisiana sky. 11/13/2008 Author's Note: Dedicated to my old friend Joanna Jacobus and my new friend Anne Lamott who have given me keys to the treasure chest of my childhood.
Posted on 11/13/2008 Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/13/08 at 05:13 PM i love it when poets refer to specific sky. louisiana sky. mississippi sky. florida sky. they're the same but unique. and it adds a new voice to the whole poem. |
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 11/13/08 at 05:31 PM A lovely write Glenn. Has everyone played with clouds? :) |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/13/08 at 07:48 PM ...such evocation of memories!!!!! :-) |
Posted by George Hoerner on 11/13/08 at 08:51 PM This has convinced me to write of my friend and our childhood walks. Very nice Glen. Memories are precious. |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/13/08 at 10:41 PM Oh the fun that was had with childhood friends. Nice writing Glenn...CharMin |
Posted by Jean Mollett on 11/15/08 at 07:37 PM Hi Glenn,
Great write. Childhood memories and the things we did as kids. Sometimes we'll see or hear something and it brings us back to those days. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/16/08 at 02:56 AM You bring the innocence and joy of childhood friendships with a simple directness that is most appealing. |
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