Written for https://skepticskaddish.com/category/poetry/poetry-prompt/
Comics Collected
each layer of childhood read
my childhood enjoyed
Outgrowing my eyes,
donated to hospital
another chance shared
Birthday and Christmas
presents to help me feel safe
soft toys with a heart
Cherished cuddly
toys no longer in my hands
Mum donated them
I cannot remember my age, but Mum decided I was too old for cuddly toys. When I was at school, she gave them to our local hospital. I was unimpressed, but I could not retrieve them. When I was older, my husband brought me a brown and black dog named Boon (a favourite television show from the eighties)
My collection of comics was my choice. I enjoyed reading Misty, Jacky and Whoopie. When I went to work, I thought the children’s ward could have them. I should have kept the first copy.
They are antiques now.
I remember my childhood fondly; I had a swing in my back garden and made up stories from a dip in the grass (it was my little boat). I would dress up in my mum’s old clothes and make mud pies.
In my bedroom there was an organ. I learnt to play chopsticks, and Blue Danube. Starsky and Hutch posters covered my walls. I would read, write, and sing with a microphone (hairbrush) in front of the mirror.
Imagination was a friend that never let me down.
Perhaps that’s why I love to write.
Writer Ravenclaw 