memories – lizalizaskysaregrey

Always Home

September 12, 2017 lizaaitken

Peering through the window now,

I think of our yesterdays.

I can see the kitchen table laid,

it was under there I played.

I can see you pottering all alone,

a smile upon your face.

Knowing that I’d soon be home,

to this very special place.

I can smell the distant memories,

cake and homemade jam.

Looking to my childhood home,

from where my life began.

If I travel the whole wide world,

or to other planets further.

You’ll always stand as home to me,

you’ll always be my mother.

How I Savour You

July 16, 2017 lizaaitken

A smell that once adorned you,

sweetness to your skin,

I dream and see your silhouette,

a tapered waist so thin.

The sparkles in your eyes,

in pools of the deepest blue.

These memories I keep nearby,

it is how I savour you.

The moments we had together,

the laughter and the pain.

I keep them with my treasures,

as they won’t come again.

With all my senses I remember,

in my dreams you visit too.

Flashes of you so close to me,

it is how I savour you.

Savor / Savour

Traces of You

May 31, 2017 lizaaitken

I trace my hand across the page

of that book you loved so much.

Trace my fingers through the lace,

of the scarf you used to touch.

Trace the outline of your face,

on the glass of the picture frame.

Trace my fingers through the mist,

as I’m still spelling out your name.

You left a trace, no so much more,

on that day when you left my side.

I trace a teardrop down my face,

it’s this grief that I just can’t hide.

Trace

Manchester

May 23, 2017 lizaaitken

I remember my first concert, special memories were made that night.

The children caught up in the terror attack in Manchester last night will carry very different memories and these memories will be carried throughout their lives. Some of these children will have been injured, some critically. Some would have witnessed death in the most devastating way, been carried or run from the building in absolute horror or found themselves in hospital. Families were split up, parents looking for children and children looking for their mums and dads, I think we all recogniser the horror of that. Some concert goers thought the noise was the loud bang of a balloon going off, there had been balloons in the show. Those that got away will always remember the day that death nearly stood next to them.

Concerts will never be the same, they will be full of memories, they will bring fear. As adults these children will not want to allow their own children the pleasures of attending a concert. Crowds will always hold a hidden threat, it could always happen again and this will be passed on through generations.

Memories were made last night, but not the memories they had hoped for. Some of these children will be traumatised for life, they will suffer terribly and their mental health will be damaged. The child that went to their first concert last night will carry that with them always, but not in the way they had hoped.

Love for the children caught up in the terror of Manchester last night, love for their families and anyone else that had loved ones caught up in the horror of the event. Love also for those that don’t understand me, may you never experience such devastating trauma yourself.

Jolt of Love

April 17, 2017April 18, 2017 lizaaitken

It was with a jolt that I woke up,

although was I really I asleep.

Was it you that whispered my name,

as so safe, so soft, so deep.

I cast my eyes into emptiness,

I’m silently calling your name.

Remembering you’ve gone away,

you’re not coming back again.

You linger here, I’m hanging on,

my mind is so full up of you.

But you’re elsewhere living life,

I’ve seen all the things you do.

I wish that we had worked it out,

that I could call you my man.

Sometimes in my day dreams,

I almost believe that I can.

I’m all alone without you now,

wondering if you think of me.

Are you in another dark room,

recalling how things used to be.

Daily Prompt – Jolt

Packing Up

April 16, 2017 lizaaitken

I’m surrounded by possessions,

some of these say who I am.

I’m trying to cut them down a bit,

but I’m not sure if I can.

These things all have their stories,

they tell me who I was.

They speak of other owners too,

that’s such a big because.

Some bits are just like memories,

they bring a picture back.

The chair my mother later sat in,

if that went I would crack.

The books that line the bookcase,

not all of them are mine.

But the owners of these books,

are now with the divine.

That they scanned those pages,

while they were here awhile.

As I run my hand along the page,

it always makes me smile.

The china from my childhood,

which I ate from when sick.

Remind me of that love I felt,

which got me better quick.

All these things are talking now,

reminding me of days.

Memories of the hills I’ve climbed,

and those that went away.

So possessions are just pointless,

and what’s important is inside.

But these memories are so precious,

they’re so much more than tried.

My mother shared a rule with me,

to keep beautiful things around.

The trouble is I followed her word,

it’s a treasure trove I’ve found.

Now the time has come for me to move,

I now need to pack it away.

But packing up these things that talk,

is like packing my life away!

Nature Lessons 213

March 28, 2017 lizaaitken

A simple flower can touch the heart if observed, the delicate aroma and soft colours, a memory that might last forever. A flower might only last for a season, but it’s not the time that they are here for that matters it’s the difference they make to the lives of those whose hearts they touch. Life might not be forever but memories when stored and shared might well be.

~ Liza

Visiting the Past

March 1, 2017 lizaaitken

Do you travel back in time in your day dreams, do you ever visit your memories?

Memories are often precious because of the experience of feelings within them. The feelings of love, laughter and safety being the most powerful memories for me. When I think back on my life, the most prevalent memories I pull out are of laughter and love, the feelings of being loved and cared for and among friends and family.

I’ve had my ups and downs in life like anyone else, but the memories from those bad times are never as powerful as those of the good. For me I view the more difficult periods of my life in a detached state, I observe what was happening but don’t associate with the feelings as I survived them, they won’t occur again at least not in the same way because I have learnt from them. But to view those happier moments I’m back there, I step right in, I’m loved and laughing, I get every one of the feelings as if I am reliving the event.

I can close my eyes and walk back into my childhood home and feel as loved and safe as I ever was, when I do my mum is still alive, I can speak to her, smell her and hold her. I usually find myself sitting at the kitchen table and watching her as she cooks, at other times we might be on one of our long walks. Sometimes these dreams are so real it is as if I have crossed time, I observe the most intricate details, things I might have forgotten spring back into mind.

I can also see myself, if I try, desolate and lost after my husband left me, standing in a field in Spain, but as I look back, I’m looking towards the future across that field. On going back to what was at the time a painful experience, I take the knowledge with me that I survived and moved on, it was for the best and meant to be. So while the love never dies and can be captured at any moment the pain does in fact fade.

I can step into any moment because it is all part of me, I don’t hesitate, I know where I’m going. For me it only takes a slight change, a mediative or altered state to get there.

We can shudder at the thought of some of those more difficult events but are they the same as those wonderful memories? I bet if you give it a go, close your eyes and reconnect I think you’ll find that the good floats far more easily to the surface.

Echo – DP

December 1, 2016December 1, 2016 lizaaitken

I still hear the echo of your voice,

and I defer my decisions to you.

When I’m at a crossroads in life,

I ask what you think I should do.

We still have conversations,

though it’s only me that can hear.

You know I value your opinion,

you’ve a talent for thinking clear.

What would I do without you,

probably make you up in my head.

I’m so lucky I have you with me,

I’d hate to be lonely instead.

And if it is really just an echo,

of those memories I have of you.

It is every bit as perfect like this,

as your telling me what I should do.

Daily Prompt – Echo

Faded – DP (2)

November 30, 2016 lizaaitken

Those silhouettes in the frame are faded now,

nearly out of sight.

Only a mixture of greys today,

where once they were black and white.

The necklace you wore on your wedding day,

just a pile of pearls.

I remember it hung round your tiny neck,

catching in your curls.

I see your handwriting on paper,

but can’t hear a voice anymore.

Listening to your favourite opera,

while focussed on keeping score.

Your fading out of my life dear,

while I’m trying to hold on tight.

Please visit with a small reminder,

come into my dreams tonight.

Daily Prompt – Faded