Somewhere deep inside me
I draw upon childhood memories
of my grandparent’s home

Where I played
rising in full cry
when my way wasn’t achieved

Today standing within these walls
so much I miss and now gone
rising within me a cry of longing

~ watercolour on rag paper, M.C.S.

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Comment by Arthur James on August 21, 2015 at 12:48pm


... longing...

deepest Yearning...

I remember Old

Folks Smells...


I miss their Smiles,

Grilled Cheese Toasted

Sandwiches, Chocolate

Cake, Lemon Cream Pie,

and a sorta Odd Oder

Smell Warm Hug ` Bye


We can't receive ` as '

Virtues Exchanges? ` as '

yet... We must long? and?

Yearn Deeply - Be? Loved...


I wish I waited another day?

I'll focus upon old Memories.

You'd Be a nice old Neighbor?






joy, sigh

and fun



Comment by JMac1949 Today on August 21, 2015 at 1:14pm

My lord what a beautiful home.  Aside from missing my grandparents when I returned to their farmhouse at age forty, my primary reaction was the feeling that that great old house had somehow shrunk over the past 25 years.  As always most excellent art and poetry.  R&L ;-)

Comment by James Mark Emmerling on August 21, 2015 at 1:46pm

That cry of longing lurks in my throat when i think of my parents' old house. Beautifully put.

Comment by marilyn sands on August 21, 2015 at 2:45pm

Beautiful watercolor!

Comment by Rosigami on August 21, 2015 at 3:07pm

The first etching I ever did was of my grandparents' beautiful brick row house in Brooklyn. It wasn't really accurate; more about how I remembered it, as it was my first home. I love the way you used color in this image, and the counterpoint of childhood memory. 

Comment by Zanelle on August 22, 2015 at 1:40am

Im enjoying being grandma and having a place they can visit away from the pressures and sadness of life.  I hope I can keep it happy here. 

Comment by Robyn Martins on August 22, 2015 at 5:42am

Beautiful and poignant on both counts. I have been away for quite awhile, but I'm happy to see you are still posting great things.

Comment by Jerry DeNuccio on August 22, 2015 at 10:57am

Moving, touching: we seem to be beset my the sorrowing conflict between the way things are and the way we want them to be.  Longing will always long; desire, always desire; and reason cannot bring them to heel.

Comment by M. C. Sears on August 27, 2015 at 1:01pm

Thank you all for coming by reading and sharing your comments, its so appreciated. 

Comment by Arthur James on August 27, 2015 at 1:30pm


The other day, after some 

arduous labor? Sorta.... I

took off my shirt and was

reminded of the sour odor

of my GrandFather when

He Gave Me a Big Hug.

I got a Fresh Whiff. 

I now Pa Pa smelly too.


Annabella  ( 11 ) is very

Honest. For Fresh Breath?

Munch Gala Variety Fresh

Apples. okay. I sure do eat.


Apple breath is sweeter than

pot/weed breath? Jest joke.

Garlic is an  nice aphrodisiac

If we hang out with older folks.



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