A Single Memory Poem by Nika McGuin

A Single Memory

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All day, Ssanyu had wanted to go
Swimming with the other kids who's
Mothers let them run about unbridled
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Annette, a single mother, was so overprotective of her only child
Ssanyu could only pace one block,25% farther than two years before,
Monotonously etching a pattern, up and down the hiemal sidewalk
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All the other kids screeched past him on bicycles
Smiling and chortling, as he played alone: friends, were erratic fronds
Midnight came and Ssanyu had not yet gone, would he ever?
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At last the day came, he'd arranged for his long awaited adventure
Skipping and frolicking he blazed five blocks, or more! until, a
Morbidly affrayed Annette drove up to claim him, tears escaping her
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All the same
Ssanyu savored the
Memory, of brief freedom

Thursday, April 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
this is one of my minor attempts at an acrostic poem(ASM are my initials.)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
F J Thomas 31 July 2014

The poor mother! I know he wanted a little space but I've been in her frantic shoes; and I love the name...Ssanyu. Nice one Nika.

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Bri Edwards 19 April 2014

nika, Swimming with the other kids who's ....oops! .....who's kidding whom about the use of who's; tell me if you REALLY want to use THAT word. :) bri - - - - - - - - - hiemal? never heard that word before! so i looked it up: hi·e·mal (hi'?-m?l) adj. Of or relating to winter. .[cool word, nika] the kids must be going swimming in a heated pool. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - friends, were erratic fronds Nika, poetic license or slang? frond fränd/ noun plural noun: fronds 1. the leaf or leaflike part of a palm, fern, or similar plant. fronds of bracken Origin late 18th cent.: from Latin frons, frond- ‘leaf.’ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Morbidly affrayed Annette drove up to claim him, tears escaping her at first i thought your might be inventing a new word from afraid and frayed....... frayed frad/ adjective adjective: frayed 1. (of a fabric, rope, or cord) unraveled or worn at the edge. the frayed collar of her old coat (of a person's nerves or temper) showing the effects of strain. an effort to soothe frayed nerves fray1 fra/ verb past tense: frayed; past participle: frayed 1. (of a fabric, rope, or cord) unravel or become worn at the edge, typically through constant rubbing. cheap fabric soon frays synonyms: unravel, wear, wear thin, wear out/through, become worn More cheap fabric soon frays worn, well-worn, threadbare, tattered, ragged, holey, moth-eaten, in holes, the worse for wear; informaltatty, raggedy, dog-eared a frayed shirt collar (of a person's nerves or temper) show the effects of strain. synonyms: strain, tax, overtax, put on edge More her nerves were frayed strained, fraught, tense, edgy, stressed his frayed nerves (of a male deer) rub (a bush or small tree) with the head in order to remove the velvet from newly formed antlers, or to mark territory during the rut. Origin late Middle English: from Old French freiier, from Latin fricare ‘to rub.’ THEN i found affrayed online through google [thank goodness for google; i'd have to get out of this chair and walk two or three feet to open the old-fashioned dictionary.....the paper one! ] - - - - - - -i wonder how old the kid was. poor kid, but lucky to have a loving mom. thanks for sharing. yeah, sometimes brief freedom moments can go a long ways. bri :) p.s. did/do you do crossword puzzles? i never spent much time trying to acquire an extensive vocabulary, and it shows sometimes. i get along.

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Valsa George 08 April 2014

You have beautifully pictured the dilemma faced by a single child who seeks company outside his home and who is overtly controlled by an overprotective single mother.... The dilemma before him is whether to obey or disobey his mother.... In the end, he musters courage to act according to his instinct. Though interrupted by his mother, he rejoices over the brief spell of freedom, he could enjoy for a while....The poem in its acrostic bind is beautiful and intact!

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Yash Shinde 06 April 2014

a lovely memory portrayed here, quite well, you can hear the sounds of those bicycles, and child-play.......lovely

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