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Childhood Food Fruit Garden Growing up Poetry

Innocence

A tale of Growing up, by inky.

Pears (Pairs?) an image by inky, created in Photofox

The fruit fell lightly from the branch

to underneath the tree

my little nephew picked them up

and asked a question of me

“Uncle, i know pears are ready to eat

when they’ve fallen from the tree

but why do we call them pairs ?

when there’s clearly three ?”

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Colours Growing up Poetry writing

Kaleidoscope

Salford, 7th June 2020

#Colours #WWP #Prompt #Kaleidoscope #Patterns

Fun and games from Make Kids Crafts.Com

Cascade of Colour

Created from Mirrors and Plastic

Contained in a Metal Tube

Turn the tube and watch

as patterns appear like magic

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Childhood Growing up

Hands

I

Holding on

to a big hand

when very little

II

Little spoons

for eating up

mushed up rusks

III

Counter-weight

as wobbly feet

master walking

IV

Calculation , English and Art

Mastered over weeks months and years

With help from Mum and Dad

V

Pulling on Shirts, Jumpers and Trousers

On way to big school

Waving hello to new friends

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Childhood Food Growing up Schooldays

Amount

#Fowc #Amount

I remember when i was little

you could get a whole load of jelly beans

for a single silver coin

but as i got bigger

while the rainbows remained the same

that silver coin lost its sheen

as the silver coin you handed over

got you half the bag you got a year before

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Family Growing up Life Poetry

Dependent

#fowc #dependent

Little set of fingers

clutching on to your big chunky finger

they’ll rely on you through schools, tantrums, weddings and all

seeing you as the one who’s big and tall

till one day the table is turned

and they find they have to apply what from you they’ve learned

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Acrostic Childhood Emotions Growing up Poetry

Cry

#Patriciasplace #fivelinesorless

Cut knee or broken heart

Reaction is still the same

Yelps of pain, followed by fallen tears

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Beach Growing up Memories Photography

Time travel

#Promptuarium #Photo Album


The Sands of time seem to pass
so slowly when you’re young
the cogs in the clock
seem like they don’t even move

And yet, sat with your nephews
on the big comfy sofa
you watch time go back
almost in an instant

Moments of fun
spent as a child
creating lines of sandcastles
on a northern beach

Decorations of seashells
and seaweed – covering the scene
as you and your pals
from down the street – enjoy an icecream

And faces gone – but not forgotten

look as fresh as the day the camera captured

the day little feet took a cautious dip

into northern waters
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Animals Cats Growing up Poetry

In the kitchen

Cat Sleeping in a kitchen
the prompt

It’s not easy when you’re little
the obstacle course
of the family house
can be treacherous
at the best of times

And after you wake up from your bed
if your mum isn’t there
you wait for what seems like
another lifetime
for your owner to appear

So while i wait for breakfast
i’ll enjoy another catnap
with my catnip mouse
and ball of wool
in the corner of the kitchen
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Growing up Life Poetry Romance Romantic

Charlie

Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?

For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down

Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand

Even though the words in the head I’d planned

a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind

sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind

Catching me out with those dark brown eyes

Occasional glances catch me by surprise

Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near

No more than friends, to me that is clear

Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile

With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile

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Astronomy Childhood Growing up Poetry Space

Spacekid

moondust

Salford, 22nd August 2018

Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium

Many thought you a funny kid

On most nights they’d see you staring into space

Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac

No other subject interested you more

Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon

Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there

Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you

Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper