Nostalgia (poetic expression)

Poetic Expression

‘A sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past’. Sometimes certain things can evoke feelings of nostalgia. Sometimes it is associated with feeling ‘homesick’. It can bring up different kinds of emotion. You can feel nostalgic over something from the past… Hope you enjoy the poems and the wonderful poem that was shared many years ago and has been brought to this group. Very special.

PS the word for next week is ‘donkey’. Now I wonder where this will take us… Please feel free to join in.


Yes there were good times
So many that wind around my head
Light whispers calling on the wind
Blowing my memories like leaves 
Along with the shifting sands 
Swept up by the broom of what  
My thoughts and feelings mean to me
It was my last day yesterday
My final day I’ve reached

Yes there were good times
That happened then
In those places there
Here’s me in time resting
In my favourite spot
The warmth spreading
Filling, feeding on the now
My inner sun bathing rays
Re-heating my recall
Of a life lived and full

Yes there were good times
Chasing running hiding finding
Seeking out new prey to play
Knowing at all times
No matter what I did
I’d return home to open arms.
The one thing I feared most was
Thunder claps and electric skies
That made me run and hide under
My adoptive parents bed inside.

Yes there were good times
That my human friends
Speak of me with fondness
Delight in their voices carries
Into their recollections
Of how smart and loving
I was when looking for affection
They use a word well-chosen
They call it Nostalgia, this emotion

PJR    21.03.2022


The sentiment of time gone by
Connection to the style 
That was in for a while

I look back over old photos
I have just received
A bit of nostalgia

The fifties,
my father migrated
And met my mother
Twin suits, stilettos 
Sepia photographs like no other

The sixties,
I was born, 
The Beetles, John F Kennedy, 
Jackie Onassis 
Taking over steadily

The seventies,
So it seemed
Bell bottoms and discoes
Technology beams

The eighties,
Oh dear, ‘fluoro’ and big hair
Buy more and get more 
My kids, a pigeon pair

The nineties
Extremes and contradictions
The infliction
High rise jeans, puffer jackets
The internet addiction 

World wide disasters, Al-Qaeda 
Economic breakthrough for China
Digital music, low cut jeans
New millennium can you believe?

Beyoncé, Lady Gaga
Going green, going viral
Smart phones, streaming culture
A big move from the dial 

global disruption 
World-wide lockdown, 
Economic recessions
Freedom processions

Journeying through my photos 
Nostalgia setting in 
Bringing tears to my eye 
And a sentimental grin



I am doing a speech at the wedding 
What shall I speak about?
I need to delve into the past
I need to find out
What she has said,
done and felt

Whilst in many ways her life has been
In the blink of an eye
So many memories come flooding back
I then realise why
I love her, had fun with her
We did so much together
Splashing in puddles
Barbie Stories
Book reading
Drawing and playing gamesHide and seek in any weather

I open the box, that I have not opened for a while
There were drawings, toys and books that made us both smile
She had made so much for me
Expressing her love and admiration in her way
I realise, looking at it all
That it was almost every day
Tears stream down my face
As I begin to realise
That time has passed
And she is an adult in everyone else’s eyes

I decide not to bring the drawings
And examples of her love and fun
Rather to talk about the person she is
Growing from where she begun

Looking around the wedding room
I see and know her family and friends
Which provides its own story
Of her life through their lens

As I speak of her and her wonder
Tears fill my eyes
She has always kept me close
She has always been so wise
I love her partner after a difficult start
Gratitude now fills my heart
For all that she and I have had
For I know there is more to come
For us as friends and me as her Dad



This was given to me many, many years ago by a Nurse

A cry from a crabbed old woman.

What do you see Nurse, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?

A crabbed old woman not very wise,
Uncertain of habit with far-away eyes.

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply?
When you say in a loud voice. “Oh! I do wish you’d try”.

Who seems not to notice the things that you do’?
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.

Who resisting or no let you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding a long day to fill.

Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see,
Then open your eyes Nurse you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I use at your bidding as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of ten with a father and Mother,
Brothers and Sisters who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet.

A Bride soon a twenty my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promise to keep.

At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure happy home?

A woman of thirty my young grow fast,
Bound to each other with times that will last.

At Forty my sons have grown and are gone
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn.

At fifty once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children my love one and me.

Dark days are upon us my husband is dead.

For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I thinking of the years and the love I have known.

I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel —-
Tis here jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart.
There is stone now where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joy I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life all over again.

I think of the years all too few – gone to fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So, open your eyes Nurse open and see.
Not a crabbed old woman.

Look closer, see me.

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