I wrote the poem / lyric below a couple
of weeks ago and smiled at its seeming
childishness. Snippets of strong memories
we all have but what is this. A song? A poem?
Listening to people in America talk with such
glow about Thanksgiving and family togetherness
I revisited this poem and realised.
It is just that, praise and gratitude to a home
and people who made it so warm and safe.
So, with this I wish you across the Atlantic a
Happy Thanksgiving and all of us gratitude to
love given in any form.
WHERE IS IT NOW
I once had a dream
such a beautiful dream,
But the dream flew elsewhere;
I now wonder, where is it now,
is the ether keeping it away?
I once had a doll from Aberdeen,
I loved her so dearly
She even could say ‘mama’,
I often wonder, where is she now,
did the loft fairy take her away?
I once had Red skiing boots,
they were so very new,
Smelled sweet and shone,
I wonder, where are they now,
are they still skiing, all red?
I once had a hut high among the rocks,
we built it ourselves,
It was a most wonderful place.
I just wonder, is it still there,
home for other young to dream?
All the treasures I once had
that gave me so much joy,
they still make me warm;
I only wonder, as they live in my heart
are they happy,
Knowing they are loved?
© miriam ivarson