I remember everything

Meatloaf sings, I remember everything!

and I smile.  No one really does, but

sometimes we can have a memory

jog that brings back more than

we could ever have imagined.

A sound, a smell or a photo.

It can bring it all back from

afar or sometimes, from

the near past in a time

when we almost did

not make the time

to have fun and

laugh a bit or

a lot. Be silly

and dance

or toss

some

apples.

 

It is a gift my husband gave me. Not wrapped

in shiny paper or with a glittery bow but a

gift all the same. He brought me to a

place where being silly, doing some

THING funny was over half the fun.

Dancing in the rain is one thing,

another entirely to do it on

the roof of the truck out

in the hay field. Laughs

mingling with the rain

until we didn’t know

if it was tears or

just raindrops

washing us

in joyful

noises.

Being silly. A cupcake war, covered in blue icing.

Like some crazy Smurf killers covered in a

sugary gore. Sides sore from laughing.

Who would have thought we would

do that? For not reason but this:

to make a memory. So we can

say, “Remember when we

____________________!” so

we can laugh on the

hard days when

it seems the

joy is far

and so

pale.

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The lawn mower wars elevated to a new plane.

Instead of just playing tag, which is fun, we

used the abundance of ripe apples and

ornamental plums to arm ourselves.

From ambush we attack.  Sniping

and carpet bombing with the

sour little crabs, the big

green pie apples and

laughing. So hard.

Just laughing

and making

another

set of

joys.

Waterslide rules are easy. Make a wave. A big one.

If you get it over all the sides like a tsunami you

are the champion.  He is the only one who

can do it, you know.  He can come down

like a torpedo and explode that water.

Our little man shrieks and howls in

pure joy. Clear laughter that is

able to echo through the

years and bring us back

anytime to the places

where we made the

random memories

that brought us

the biggest

parcels of

Joy-times.

I think I shall work harder to capture those moments of sheer joy.

Grandpa finding a way to mow the lawn AND win a water gun

war without even getting off the tractor.  The epic battle

that rose to historic levels when Grandpa entered the

fray.  The joy on their faces playing with the new set.

Dukes of Hazard slot cars – three generations all

set up on the floor and the smiles, the shouts

it makes the kitchen table seem a grand

place to witness them just being guys.

Nothing will take those away from

him, or from them or from us.

They belong to us, and I have

the photos to prove it.

Maybe I’ll take more

videos and make it

so we can bottle

that laughter

and watch

that joy

more.

I was thinking about remembering as we were prompted so eloquently at dVerse Poets Pub tonight. And yes, as we all can, i could have gone down the road of melancholy or even sadness. Lord, we have enough ya know?  But instead I thought we should seek some joy, some silly and embrace those memories.  We should never regret what brings us joy, and we should never forget it either!  From the silly to the sublime we each find joy differently but it requires hunting. Joy isn’t always found so easy, but it is a memory that will come back with a light prompting!  What are you remembering?

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41 Comments

  1. ManicDdaily said,

    September 8, 2013 at 1:41 am

    It is always a blessing to store up laughter through memories – and for me, silliness – (and I mean that in the best sense) brings the best laughter. A lot of fun here – – thanks so much, Shanyns, for bringing us some of this fun. k.

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 3:28 am

      Being silly is something I didn’t grow up with so having my husband and in-laws show me the way has been a real joy! Glad you had fun with me on this poetic tour!

  2. September 8, 2013 at 2:21 am

    what a wonderful poem!! your dad sounds great fun!! well done!

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 3:28 am

      Thanks! No one would suspect my father-in-law could be so random and silly but with his Grandkids he sure is! Glad you enjoyed them.

  3. brian miller said,

    September 8, 2013 at 2:22 am

    def work hard at capturing those moments of joy…they make me smile…lawnmower wars would be a blast! i need another mower now…haha…being silly is a great treat and makes for great memories as well…smiles….

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 3:29 am

      If you can’t find another mower, a gator or quad works too! 😉 and yeah it is fun making the joy but remembering it can be the challenge, and sometimes you gotta make time for the silly! 🙂 Thanks for coming over my friend.

  4. September 8, 2013 at 2:29 am

    This made my heart sing, wonderful!

  5. Laurie Kolp said,

    September 8, 2013 at 2:41 am

    Happy memories… I agree. We should focus more on them. I like the design of each stanza resembling one’s memory narrowing, and I thought the lawn mower wars sounded especially intriguing.

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 3:30 am

      The lawnmower wars are fun! 🙂 Glad you liked the form, and so pleased you enjoyed the poems!

  6. September 8, 2013 at 2:59 am

    Just love this! I have so many memories of being silly and laughing with my daughters and friends, makes life worth all the grief if we can find the humor.

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 3:30 am

      My son’s Nana used to say she wanted to bottle his laughter because it was so free and beautiful! I think those memories are almost as good, aren’t they? Thanks for coming by!

  7. September 8, 2013 at 4:16 am

    Shanyn, these glimpses of your happy family always lift my heart! Blessings!

  8. howanxious said,

    September 8, 2013 at 4:25 am

    Lovely… what a fun read! You captured so many moments. Nice!

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:47 pm

      Glad you enjoyed it! I wish I could have found the pic of us in our icing – it was so much fun!

  9. claudia said,

    September 8, 2013 at 7:19 am

    yes – go and bottle that laughter and special moments – it’s good to make memories like these – thanks for the smile and now i want to try if i too could fire a water gun while mowing the lawn – smiles

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:48 pm

      🙂 Thanks for sharing your smile. Water fights can be won during lawn mower wars, it just takes some practice to drive and shoot! 🙂

  10. Gabriella said,

    September 8, 2013 at 7:25 am

    You have captured some beautiful moment Shanyns! I like “Dancing in the rain is one thing,/ another entirely to do it on / the roof of the truck out/ in the hay field.”

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:49 pm

      Thanks! We sure have had some fun adventures! Glad I scrapbook, and take tons of photos 🙂

  11. aprille said,

    September 8, 2013 at 8:37 am

    ADORE both content and presentation.
    That is a neat trick, spacing the lines like this. It is so inviting. One just has to read.
    What fun you have had over the years. Great post.

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:49 pm

      Thanks Aprille! So glad you enjoyed both the words and the form! We do have fun, and lots of it.

  12. September 8, 2013 at 11:12 am

    You are definitely on to something here… bottle up laughter… that’s probably what many have forget to do… this is an excellent piece that just had me smile…(and jsut maybe I can take a little of your laughter and keep in a bottle) shared laughter is double laughter… 🙂

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:50 pm

      Take as much as you like , we have an artesian well of giggles and laughter here! Glad you enjoyed the poetry.

  13. September 8, 2013 at 11:42 am

    Those moments are precious, so keep them bottled and handy when the hard times hit ~ Good one ~

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:51 pm

      We bank them up, like coals in the back of a wood stove, to keep us warm when we are apart or things are not leaving much time for random silly fun, Thanks for coming by, glad you liked it.

  14. Mary said,

    September 8, 2013 at 1:27 pm

    What a beautiful joy-filled poem! It is nice to have a lot of ‘remember whens’ stored up for the days that aren’t so sunny!! Your poem made me greet my day here with a smile.

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:51 pm

      Smiling back atcha! So glad you enjoyed this.

  15. janehewey said,

    September 8, 2013 at 2:49 pm

    yes. Joy! Some of us learn about it much later in life : )
    this is wonderful remembrance. i love the cupcake war, the ripe apples and ornamental plums. wonderfully done.

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:52 pm

      Thank you! 🙂 It was great fun to remember the fun! Glad you enjoyed them.

  16. September 8, 2013 at 3:08 pm

    Wonderful poem. Remembering joy … yes, found in those unique moments shared with loved ones. I especially love the image of dancing on the truck roof in the hay field. Priceless. 🙂

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:52 pm

      Thanks! I remember my husband saying once the success of a rain dance depends largely upon timing 🙂 And yes it is fun doing those silly things. Thanks for coming over.

  17. Akila said,

    September 8, 2013 at 3:37 pm

    You have worked them here so well here or should I say that you ‘found’ them!! The scattered coming together, filtered, concluding to the one and then again a new lane…superb!!!

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:53 pm

      Thanks. When I started to remember they just sorta lined up and said, Remember me? How about me? I captured as many as would stand still!

  18. cloudfactor5 said,

    September 8, 2013 at 4:37 pm

    Loved your poetical tour of silly memories, though I must live a sheltered life as I have never personally heard meatloaf sing !!
    Lawnmower wars ~ kinda sounds like adult bumper-car comedy to me, ripe apple bombs~very silly indeed, probably a lot of fun !!

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:54 pm

      Thanks for coming over. Meatloaf is one of my favorite singers, and that is a line from one of his songs, could be Paradise by the Dashboard Light if I’m remembering right 😉 It is fun playing while we get our yard work done. Makes it less boring!

  19. Margaret said,

    September 8, 2013 at 4:38 pm

    “It is a gift my husband gave me.” & “Our little man shrieks and howls in
    pure joy”…

    You start out remembering a time of little laughter, or at least forgetting how.. and then you explode this poem with JOY! Loved it… and I have a little man who loves to laugh & howl – and the sound alone brings me such joy.

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:55 pm

      Thank you Margaret! 🙂 I know you know that sound, and it is magical! So pleased you enjoyed the poetry.

  20. kkkkaty1 said,

    September 8, 2013 at 6:59 pm

    Beautiful!! Oh how lucky you are to have these happy joyful memories….they outweigh any of the negative ones…especially when you have a husband and family that plays together….really, it’s a gitt I think,,some of us do learn late to develop it though..

    • shanyns said,

      September 8, 2013 at 8:56 pm

      Thanks! It took me a while to find him, and then he taught me so much about random fun and silly. He is quite good at it, and we all really just do some crazy stuff because it makes us laugh. Thanks for coming by, great to see you.

  21. September 9, 2013 at 4:53 pm

    Thanks for the reminder to be silly, to laugh often so that we have a nice bank of happy memories to fall back on when we need them most.


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