looking glass marbles,
lassos of twine,
half cracked acorns
with new root entwine,
cold grey gravel
veined with stark white,
a feather, dreams and
butterfly wings
these are the things
they carry.
bent bottle tops,
little wooden peg,
flakes of shell
from a blue robin's egg,
crusty dry pods
filled with milkweed floaters,
buttons and baubles,
old rusty springs
these are the things
they carry.
Isn't it amazing all the things that end up in children's pockets? By the end of the day, they are stuffed with all the little things that captured their hearts, that brought them joy...that they wanted to cling to and save for later. I wonder if the same could be said of the things we insist on carrying?
Perhaps we need to clean out our pockets and put a few things in there to remind us to marvel and wonder again, like we did when we were young, and those were the things we carried.
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So true...what we found as treasures when we were young. Free and priceless!
You don't want to hear or see the list of things I, carry in my handbag!
I remember my first son always had a small car in his hand. Oh I so wish I could turn back the clock and hold him at that time.
I find that I collect little bits and pieces....to turn over and study at a later time. I absolutely love to comb the beach for rocks, shells and wood.
I watch for pennies, too, as it is understood in my family that a penny on the ground is sent from a loved one in heaven.
♥
S
Good point! And a great post!
Mine are a little old for funny things in their pockets but I would love to know where Adam's socks go. 35 odd socks in an Itty Bitty Bin and I can't find their partners! (Mind you, I dread tidying out my handbag!)
Wonderful sentiment...
I carry with me so much, in my heart and soul and my memories. I truly like to hold onto everything, as it makes me feel safe.
Loved this.
;)
Yea, rocks and bottle tops replaced by wallet keys and phone!
I have been wistful about the things my boy carried when he was small. He still has little collections all over his room. :-)
things I carry....
hope, anticipation, joy and love.
I hope I always will
The cherish of children for such little things is converted to avarice in the sdult human race at rat packing for status.
Nice post, Brian. I usually end up with the odds and ends I picked up during the day... Usually most is because I wasn't close enough to a trash can at the time, and that's no fun! :(
yea, i miss those old days, and the kids are mostly grown...but i still have a shoebox filled with little treasures that i dig out every year or so....nice rhyme as well.
Nice words. Our collection ends up piling near the washer and when they find them again, again are surprised. -J
I love this one as my little one picks up things she finds along the way on every outing and adventure that we go on together. We refer to them as her little treasures. She has a shoe box in her dresser filled with her collection. Thanks for this post.
So true. Especially for boys. My boys and my husband always have things in their pockets. Still.
This sounds like the treasures I put in my own pockets.
Truth be told, I still carry things in my pockets that I pick up off the ground for their sheer beauty... a colorful leaf, a smooth pebble, a bird's feather... they make me happy.
I absolutely agree!Love it!:)
Also a great metaphor: "what are the things we insist on carrying"?
Love it! My son cleaned up his room yesterday and was amazed at the "treasures" he found.
Sometimes my kids showed me those treasures and sometimes the washer and dryer did!
It is amazing. And isn't it also amazing how there is always a sticky toffee amongst the mix in order to preserve the collection for posterity.
Agreed.. nice post.. :)
Take care
I am always finding little treasures, things of value to me, some fanciful and some precious. Most of the items in your list in this post are precious. I like the little kid in me to be awake and alive.
So very true of both children and us. I try to make a daily choice to carry peace, joy, love and kindness with me, where ever I go. And on those days I forget and pick up negativety or something of the sort and carry it along with me, as soon as I notice I try to clean out my pockets and dump it in the garbage!
We grow up and go to yard sales for junk now.. :)
This is so funny because just the other day, when I was doing the laundry, I pulled all kinds of things out of the kid's pants pockets. Some of them had coins and some of them had agates in their pockets. The coins and agates ended up in my pocket for safe keeping and when I put them on my dresser that night, it made me smile.
Smiles,
Green-Eyed Momster
...thinking about what I would empty out of my pockets.
I think sometimes we just want our pockets FULL, and we are afraid if we empty them, we will be left with nothing - instead of just having room for what is truly joy-giving.
nice.
Great post! My son used to come home from daycare with 2 pockets full of pea gravel. I had to shake him down before I put him in the car.
kulio, spot on...
Sweet and true. You captured it. I miss my little boys.
You brought a tear to my eye, I must be getting old and sentimental. I have been thinking of my son as a little boy so much lately and soon I will be carrying his ashes back to the place where he began..... although not in my pockets!
I'm still collecting things and have to clean out my many bags often.
I like feathers and acorns and rocks.
Meet My Mates #3 - Quilly
Your kids carry that stuff in THEIR pockets? Godson's "stuff" is all in my pockets! Somehow I became the schlepper of treasures :-)
Great post,
jj
Oh, how true. Your children inspire you; and you inspire them and all of us.
My first thought: when my oldest, probably 3rd grade at the time, was out collecting frogs. She remembered to take *most* of them out of her pockets...
LOL poor froggies..
great post. I'm going to have to reread and figure out my lost treasures.
And aren't the things we carried when we were much younger, much more optimistic; more truthful.
For pocket read cupboard. I've just turned one out and it took hours of reliving wonderful memories.
Nice post, Brian.
very touching, Mr. Brian!
Goom collects so many things...many treasures!
much love
Gorgeous thoughts Brian.
I watched a movie today (which in itself is so rare) and in one scene, Mike was spreading his mother's ashes and slipped a handful into his pocket.
I guess you can carry love in your pocket too.
For sure, Brian....
Even we go on walks now in the woods, I sometimes find an interesting rock and keep it...
when we go to the tropics, I have to bring at least one tiny sea shell home.
I agree, we need to keep our "wonder" alive..
great post!
alix, that is a beautiful thought...
Wonderful little poem. Great sentiment
I've got my little box of fossils and rocks:) You are so right- children have that wonderment about their environment. Sad that most of us adults lose that over time.
It would be so great to empty our pockets not only of the little things we carry, but of the bigger things that weigh us down. It would be so nice to get back to the simple things that lead to wonder and awe.
So many evocative images. I do actually carry some things of this nature - personal totems, if you will.
I loved this blog. It was just beautiful. I really can't think of anything to say that I think would add to what you wrote. You said it all. Thank you.
Prayers and love,
PG
my pockets are full of cheerios, tissues and whatever my son chooses to shove in there while i'm not looking. sometimes that's a really scary thing.
How true! The loss of innocence.....
I used to collect rocks, put them in a bag and sleep on them under my pillow!
I still collect rocks here and there, but I don't sleep on them!
LOVELY BRIAN! Yes...the treasures of youth are so different and SO PURE compared to the NOT so brilliant or optimistic garbage of our adulthood.
Umm..errr. But Brian, I still do this! you shoudl see my pockets--starw wrapepr, penny, button, piece of a note, pen cap, bookmark from a bookstore, tea bag, instant coffee wrapper, sugar pack, string! Ha. enjoyed your poemm very much indeed.
Very sweet. If only our lives were as simple now.
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