tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post1117879906713998007..comments2024-03-26T09:20:29.620-06:00Comments on TeacherDance: It's Friday, Time for a Poem Linda Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-24516485570483864612022-06-28T03:56:26.566-06:002022-06-28T03:56:26.566-06:00I admire your fortitude to be able to part with tr...I admire your fortitude to be able to part with treasures that hold so many sweet memories, Linda! My house is bursting with "trinkets have over-stayed." My main summer goal is to be brave and wave "my goodbyes" to some of them. Thank you for this encouragement!Catherine Flynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00390699128046569127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-68245391493253907322022-06-27T09:18:05.896-06:002022-06-27T09:18:05.896-06:00Love this line: "And giving my goodbyes."...Love this line: "And giving my goodbyes." Anastasia Suenhttps://asuen.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-90688543241951072172022-06-26T15:44:51.023-06:002022-06-26T15:44:51.023-06:00What a story of love and creativity this poem tell...What a story of love and creativity this poem tells! Good that you did the weeding on a day you had to yourself!!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-55863901796518919212022-06-26T10:28:14.537-06:002022-06-26T10:28:14.537-06:00A beautiful poem that brought forth the memories o...A beautiful poem that brought forth the memories of my own. The two tiny Adirondack chairs already too small for a six and eight year old.thanks for posting.suetwiggsbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16042408237904769619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-51937199768456451752022-06-25T22:42:27.998-06:002022-06-25T22:42:27.998-06:00Easy to identify with this ritualistic rounding up...Easy to identify with this ritualistic rounding up of the 'remains of the day,' Linda. They are as you note in your poem, forever linked to memories of tasks completed, or otherwise left incomplete. You have captured these grandchildren moments with such clarity. Alan j Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06077195459186935005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-35119364857407266642022-06-25T08:39:43.149-06:002022-06-25T08:39:43.149-06:00What a wonderful way to capture the essence of a v...What a wonderful way to capture the essence of a visit - by cataloguing the ephemera of the aftermath. The sloth looks adorable in the clown nose!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-57553665789937499732022-06-25T08:18:52.519-06:002022-06-25T08:18:52.519-06:00Linda, This is exactly what I've been doing la...Linda, This is exactly what I've been doing lately, too. You put it into words so well! The memories are the important things and they stay not matter what. Thankfully, in my case, they are portable as well. I did take some photos of things my boys made or played with before throwing them out so that I can refresh my memories when needed. I hope it was a good task, and in the end, the sloth will serve as a guardian for play at Grandma's.Carol Labuzzettahttps://theapplesinmyorchard.com/2022/06/24/poetry-friday-a-new-chapter/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-73443383000894986172022-06-25T05:26:36.294-06:002022-06-25T05:26:36.294-06:00Stoic on the outside, maybe, but you're overfl...Stoic on the outside, maybe, but you're overflowing with love and memories--thanks for sharing them in this poem!laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-75143106625198612372022-06-24T16:09:13.867-06:002022-06-24T16:09:13.867-06:00Very nice poem Linda! I appreciated the clown nose...Very nice poem Linda! I appreciated the clown nose closer. As I sort through the things my kids have, I'm often surprised by the feelings once mundane things have as I get ready to throw them away. And that's why I never throw anything away :) Tim Kulphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10276932476139356951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-77149420912664210322022-06-24T10:58:47.762-06:002022-06-24T10:58:47.762-06:00I don't think I've ever owned a clown nose...I don't think I've ever owned a clown nose. But what a cool thing to find and it's so funny on that stuffed animal! I'm sure it took hours to go through that drawer and I'm glad you shared it in a poem as you said "goodbye." Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-48086986324812003872022-06-24T05:36:59.507-06:002022-06-24T05:36:59.507-06:00Awww, a clown nose amid the cleaning out...thank y...Awww, a clown nose amid the cleaning out...thank you for sharing this. So many objects are charged with memory...when we downsized it helped me to take pictures of the things I was letting go of. xoIrene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-43816126753966807392022-06-24T04:07:15.857-06:002022-06-24T04:07:15.857-06:00How lovely and bittersweet as weeding the toy stac...How lovely and bittersweet as weeding the toy stacks is. I have been doing the same. So many good memories...a beautiful collage.Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-82091754273477339152022-06-23T23:05:37.650-06:002022-06-23T23:05:37.650-06:00Linda, I like that you turned your giveaway chore ...Linda, I like that you turned your giveaway chore into a poem that has deep meaning for me. I try to keep the girls' toys and trinkets in organized bins but when they are here it gets messy. They love their stuffies, babies, and whatnots and often engage in imaginative play that I just love. Will I be sad when they outgrow the childhood friends and objects. I am already so surprised in the difference I see in Sierra since she turned 5 on the 15th. Childhood is a fleeting time of life so I am sure your memory bank is full. After reading the poem, the line: "Trinkets have over-stayed for grandchildren" now carries deeper meaning for me. You have the teenager years to enjoy now. Enjoy the beginning of summer. <br />Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.com