Wednesday, April 29, 2009

To Never Never Land


Keeper of Childhood Memories, come and visit me today.
Bring with you my pillow, where once
I lay my head in slumber, sweet and pure . . .
perhaps that long forgotten toy I held and cherished.

Let me touch them once again with searching fingertips,
recalling childhood comforts buried there.
Whisper in the long forgotten voices of my brothers and sisters,
small like me, so that their sounds might ring
a chime of recollection . . . echoes of our laughter long ago.

Bring me back the scent of home, my bed,
that favorite little chair or corner where I played . . .
my mother’s laughter and her lullabies,
the softness of her fingers on my heated brow.

Just one look at my reflection in my father’s eyes,
the smile upon his face and hands so strong
that lifted me high upon his shoulders,
where I could see the world.

Take me to that place where childhood past is kept,
safe from toil and fear . . .
the place where children’s spirits go to romp and play,
where every word once spoken still lives on
and floats through stars . . .
to Never Never Land.

Joanne Cucinello 1998


  1. this poem is just beautiful. i loved the way you pointed out objects like slumber, the scent of home etc. it just adds to the craving to recall more of those memories.. :) and it brought back my childhood memories ..

  2. Thanks for your kind comments, arte!
    I think of my childhood often and like yourself, crave to recall so much more.
    Here's to happy memories!

  3. Joanne..My favorite part is the part of the Father..the serenity and longing for those moments! I love your work as it seems so very smooth and clear...

  4. Thank you Margaret. I loved my father dearly with only kind memories and I was blessed to have him.



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