Childhood in Monochrome

Loving grandparents were always there
to house me, feed me, teach me,
grandmother in charge of my care
while my parents struggled daily.

Now only a handful of monochrome
photographs remain as tattered ghosts  
of the past, but my love of home,
stories, poems and music still cast 

their light on the present.
They are forever present.

Kim M. Russell, 29th April 2022

It’s Friday, the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo 2022, and the prompt asks us to channel our inner Sleeping Beauty, in which various fairies are invited to her christening and bring her gifts, but one is not invited, and her revenge is a curse on the princess. Our challenge is to write poems in which we muse on the gifts we received at birth: actual presents, like a teddy bear, talents like a good singing voice, or circumstances like a kind older brother, as well as a ‘curse’. A brief one today.

12 thoughts on “Childhood in Monochrome”

  4. You’ve done very well with this prompt, and you are adorable in those photos (as I’m sure you still are). Mine went slightly off track, not everyone’s childhood was a joy, but if the object is to write every day, then I’ve managed that.

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    1. Thank you, Marilyn. My.childhood was fine as long as we lived with my grandparents and until my mum and nan both got TB and granddad had a nervous breakdown. Mum and Dad moved away with my little sister and I stayed with nan and granddad until after my youngest sister was born. I’ve held on tightly to those early years.

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