dVerse: Big Time

When just a young’un
free of care and worry
the Reunion held 
joys and excitement
slipping on the couch
vacated by Gramps
stealing precious minutes
of sleep before the day
breakfast at the Restaurant
Granny at the grill
familiar faces watched
impromptu singing and dancing
a trip down the street
Dad’s Mom and Dad
childish disregard thought
stifling and dull without cousins
Pavilion fills between two family homes
elders jawing, women gossiping
an afternoon stop
for a quick bite
readiness grows for dark
lights and shrieks of
laughter, joy, music, arguments
line dance seamlessly across thoughts
Time to go
as cars, family and stranger
use the driveway 
as a parking lot
crowd mills, lines form
a thrown rock
hits two relatives
before the ground
a girl catches my eye
Want to go on the Spider?
we rise and fall, twirl and laugh
a lifetime together in a moment
 time to go
tired protests fall
on deaf ears
time for bed
a coon’s age
has passed, blurring
memories into legend
half-remembered truth
Gramps’ Restaurant closed
weeds and trees 
claiming childhood feelings
of home and love
cousins have grown
scattered, changing
one small town from
friendly to stranger
little left of what 
I remember, but
I do remember fine
that I had a big time

This poem is for dVerse’s Meeting the Bar: Hearth, Home and Common Speech. From dVerse: Today’s challenge is to search for a new poem, uniquely you — using the words you might say to a neighbor or friend, keeping it familiar and seeking to make it distinctly you, about you, in your vernacular. I think by now you know to post your poem on your blog, copy that blog link below on Mr. Linky, read and comment on your fellow poets and enjoy.

This is my take on the challenge. Hope you enjoy! Head on over to read some great poets and, what the heck, make one of your own and join in the fun.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn



16 thoughts on “dVerse: Big Time

  1. smiles…a big time indeed…a coons age….ha…i have said that…or heard it…and we used to have huge family get togethers…reunions for sure…but also just sunday dinners…i miss those days…all the fun with cousins for sure…

    • Thanks for reading! Most of my family lived within or within a small radius of the small town both sets of my grandparents lived in. The actual name was the “Saline County Fair,” but we always just called it the Reunion. My mom and dad lived the farthest at the time, clocking in at a robust 90 minutes, which might as well be forever for a kid. I miss those days as well.

  2. This poem seemed kind of rambling, and yet it was the rambling that conveyed the tone and atmosphere of the reunion, and the memories thereof. Peace, Linda

  3. A girl asking you to go on the Spider…. The kind of memory that never leaves us.

  4. Enjoyed the contrast between past that felt warm and familiar and present that feels distant and strange after the passing of a “coons age”. I had to look that term up. After hearing it a thousand times i finally now what it means.

  5. Oh yes, “a coon’s age” indeed. Great read!

  6. awwww I love this!! Felt like walking through your memories. Wonderful job!!

  7. oh nice… that sounds like you had a great time for sure… i have fond memories of times with my cousins when we were visiting my aunt and uncle in bavaria…so much fun..

  8. Unique to you the flavor of this poem…delivered in your language…great read.

  9. I had forgotten that phrase – having a big time. My cousins would say it when we were about to go places. I was right there – every phrase within this piece as familiar as my grandparents house, every act a part of our shared memories – mine in the 50s and 60s. Part of that richness was the time and that we were young, part of it the lack of an electronically based life, we made our joy, we moved through space, we worked out our problems, and we expressed our joy – never better than the way you wrote it here. Kudos!

  10. You brought home a wonderful story of joy.. wonderful read

  11. Lovely story of then til now and how sad it is that towns are now full of strangers and not friends. We seem to have lost so much of that community spirit.
    Anna :o]

  12. people come and go memories linger longer than life!

  13. I sort of understand, big family too, although grandparents were never involved in the gatherings because they lived overseas.I recently spent time in the old town, old haunts and saw no cousins, so different from my youth when there was no escape.

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