‘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
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 Indeed
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, freedom 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
2000’s World wide disasters, Al-Qaeda Economic breakthrough for China Digital music, low cut jeans New millennium can you believe?
2010’ Beyoncé, Lady Gaga Going green, going viral Smart phones, streaming culture A big move from the dial
2020 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 Chasey 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.