Children on a Carousel
Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 12:43 pm
I received an email from Tony Stoddart regarding a requested topic for the bushverse site - Children on a Carousel.
The lady requesting it was speaking of her memory of watching her two grand children riding a carousel while she was watching. Their father - her son - had died previously.
Children On a Carousel
© Irene Conner 24/12/10
There’s the sound of music ringing
in her ears, with voices singing,
and the joy-filled shouts of children as they ride towards their dream.
Painted ponies they are riding,
down the tracks with reins they’re guiding
with no thought for life’s reality - that things aren’t what they seem.
Carefree days of love and laughter
she remembers well, long after
life has led her on a journey that has torn her world apart.
Painful mem’ries still are drifting
but she feels her spirits lifting
as the sight of two young children brings a joy into her heart.
Painted ponies – they adore them
like their father did before them;
there’s a magic in the carousel that lights their youthful eyes.
And a Grandma sees them riding
and she knows her son’s still guiding
them along the path they travel, tho' in silence she still cries.
But she knows there’s no point dwelling
on the mem’ries that are swelling
as his children, with their laughter, build a bridge between the two.
So she sits in contemplation;
feels a sense of restoration
as the children on the carousel keep dreaming - as kids do.
The lady requesting it was speaking of her memory of watching her two grand children riding a carousel while she was watching. Their father - her son - had died previously.
Children On a Carousel
© Irene Conner 24/12/10
There’s the sound of music ringing
in her ears, with voices singing,
and the joy-filled shouts of children as they ride towards their dream.
Painted ponies they are riding,
down the tracks with reins they’re guiding
with no thought for life’s reality - that things aren’t what they seem.
Carefree days of love and laughter
she remembers well, long after
life has led her on a journey that has torn her world apart.
Painful mem’ries still are drifting
but she feels her spirits lifting
as the sight of two young children brings a joy into her heart.
Painted ponies – they adore them
like their father did before them;
there’s a magic in the carousel that lights their youthful eyes.
And a Grandma sees them riding
and she knows her son’s still guiding
them along the path they travel, tho' in silence she still cries.
But she knows there’s no point dwelling
on the mem’ries that are swelling
as his children, with their laughter, build a bridge between the two.
So she sits in contemplation;
feels a sense of restoration
as the children on the carousel keep dreaming - as kids do.