Friday, December 17, 2010

In the Back

We would be late.
Thus, sitting in the back area.
I could hear but not see.
I wasn't really interested in what was said.
The smells would depend on the time of year.
Men would walk down the big row
 swinging their chains.
I'd be sitting near the big statue.
It had a woman and a child.
I liked it.
It made me feel welcome.

Later I'd look at all the pretty socks.
Only worn on special occasions.
I had the lace kind.
 Not the frilly ones.
Those were too expensive.
Only I didn't know that at the time.
I just knew they were the ones I got to wear
with my patten leather shoes.
My legs couldn't reach the floor
so, I'd swing them back and forth.

~ JC ~
Those are my memories of
going to church during
the holiday season.


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9 comments:

Helen said...

Bless the innocent child ~ I loved sitting in the back of church where I could play games, draw, sleep ..... I was always getting into trouble! Merry Christmas.

Brian said...

That was a great visual too, I could see those legs swinging back and forth!

signed...bkm said...

Our childhood memories stay with us forever...seems you had good ones..bkm

Jinksy said...

That puts the whole thing in perspective!

Glenn Buttkus said...

At least you did not act out
or fall asleep, it seems,
and your active mind kept
the tedium and mandates
from effecting your child's
sensibilities. Good on you,
and lovely poem.

Jim Swindle said...

These are endearing remembrances. I remember sitting near the back, under the balcony, on wood-and-metal chairs something like theater seats, but without any padding. On the way out, we crossed a furnace grate, and I was afraid of dropping my toy car into it. We were there regularly, since Daddy was the preacher.

Feral Female said...

Wonderful post!

Tess Kincaid said...

Ah, the lace socks, the swinging of the legs. I remember.

Jingle Poetry said...

lovely memories..
beautifully done.

There comes a time in your life when you walk away from all of the drama and the people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right and pray for those who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of life, getting back up is living.

~ Jose N. Harris

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