Piggybacks and No Takebacks!
Retrospective, nostalgia-drenched poem!
I never stopped
to think about it
until very recently
how sad it is
we can never enjoy
the simple pleasure
of a piggyback,
once we're fully grown.
Perhaps if Shaq
or someone tall enough
is a friend or relative
or you are short by comparison
you can still enjoy
the simple, giddy fun
of being carried around
on someone's shoulders,
legs hanging down and kicking.
Unless, of course
you win something,
then you can maybe
just maybe, enjoy
that pleasure again,
without it being weird.
Team mates grabbing you
and hoisting you up.
Legs hanging
down over shoulders,
all smiles, all cheers.
I miss piggybacks,
from uncles no longer here,
from a dad here, but not there.
To be hoisted up on high,
towering over everyone
in truly delirious joy.
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Paul Stewart
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in BookClub
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Makes me wish for younger days! I seem to be doing that a lot these days. Thanks for the memories..
What a lovely contemplative piece, Paul!! You are a king of stream of consciousness! I’m going to have to make a study of you for this new challenge!
I feel the same way! Good old days...
This is fun, and now I want a piggy back too. Well done, buddy.
Oh wow, that was soooo nostalgic! Those were the good old days. Loved your poem! 🍩🥐
This is an absolute nostalgic delight, Paul! Really, really well crafted. I especially loved these lines - "you can still enjoy the simple, giddy fun of being carried around on someone's shoulders, legs hanging down and kicking" I felt again the joy of being carried and carrying as a boy, a father and a grandfather. Thanks for this, Paul. It feels like a gift!
This was fun and nostalgic, Paul!! You have no idea how many times I've thought "If you had to carry me, you'd be crying too." about the kids I work with... 😅
If you are petite you still can 😊This poem put a smile on my face because it brought back a lot of fun memories. Thank you, Paul
Yeah, that stirs up some memories of both childhood and adult?hood! Nice one, Paul!
Yeah, me, too. My uncles never did that but dad did when he was home from work. Yes, great memories.
My sentiments exactly. I miss that activity. Brings back a lot of memories. Great work.
So simple a thing, reflected upon in such a way as to draw out beautiful, poetic nostalgia. Really beautiful work, Paul 💙 thank you for sharing!
It's truly wonderful✨
Ahhhh - the joyful reminisces of simpler times! While piggyback rides (as the rider) are probably permanently in my past, I still find small joys in partaking in some childish antics, such as playing in the rain. Great thoughts, Paul!
Haha! I love this so much, Paul! I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about stuff like this. The closest I've come to this as an adult is playing chicken in the pool, but still not as carefree and "deliriously joyous" as an out of water experience. *just scribbled onto my bucket list*
Aww, I loved this shot of nostalgia!! My dad used to put me up on his shoulders when I was little. What fun :)