Once we were special

6 girls in plaits, slacks and hand-knitted jerseys
6 girls in plaits, slacks and hand-knitted jerseys

Once we were special because we were six
six little girls all dressed the same
all funny and noisy and naughty and cute.
Now we are special because we are
six old women all blessed the same
all talky and thinky and lucky and winky
and still THANK YOU GOD alive and thriving
in our seventies and eighties.
How do I dare even think those words
when frailty is overdue
and death is knocking at the house next door?
Before you even read this page
one of the sisters may be dead
but what would I write instead?
Meantime being lively at our stage
in this time of the plentiful unyoung
is not so special, it’s almost a norm
for some lucky ones born in the olden days
of food in the garden and school that was free
and no need for words like “organic”
and two complementary lifestyle rules:
be kind and have adventures.

PS I never know which lines in a poem really work with readers. I only know which lines work for me. Would like to know what you started thinking about…

Image and poem and voice by Rachel McAlpine, CC BY 2.0: that means please do share them, but always attribute them to me. Thanks!

64 thoughts on “Once we were special

  1. Wish there was a “love” button instead of just “like”…what a beautiful poem and so true. When I think of what children go through these days, with their sanitized life….I am glad I was born ages ago.

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  2. How do I dare even think those words
    when frailty is overdue
    and death is knocking at the house next door?

    These words spoke to me due to friends, family and neighbours untimely passing’…

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  3. With thanks to Bernadette for guiding me here, I want to acknowledge the plethora of emotions I feel reading this piece. So much happy, no regret just gratitude. It is a powerful reminder but written with the lightest touch. If I had to pick one line it would be this *How do I dare even think those words, when frailty is overdue and Death is knocking at the house next door?* …. thank you for a wonderful poem that I would like to share, if I may on my FaceBook page, newly revamped to showcase the work of other bloggers whose work resonates at any given moment 😊

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      1. Goody! That’s a win for those that engage with the page. My readers are wonderful … I am privileged to have such a good clutch. And I am certain I will find much to thrill me in yours when I get to giving your blog proper time 🙂

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  4. “two complementary lifestyle rules: be kind and have adventures.”

    Such a wonderful line. This is exactly what my childhood was about. No contradictory mixed messages back then. Just simple advice about how to live your life, in the wonderful world that was.

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  5. What a wonderful photo, six happy girl all looking so alike. Healthy and smiley. A treasure indeed.
    I do love your poem ” once we were special” ….and still are.
    I haven’t tried to pick out one line as they just seem to sing along with such beautiful rhythm.

    I also thank Bernadette for reblogging this as I hadn’t come across you before.
    Bless
    ~ miriam

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  6. Absolutely wonderful, Rachel… full of light and joy, capturing the fun essence of childhood across a lifetime – ultimately celebrating the lives of all six sisters! You have a lovely playful way of writing, that skips along and this really comes Across in your accomplished reading. I love the photo too … so sweet and precious. A delight to read this and so happy Bernadette shared your post and led me here!

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  7. Lovely memories, it made me think of my own brothers and sisters. I’m one of five, the oldest sadly gone too soon, the rest of us muddling along still. They were simpler times, wonderful times and I wouldn’t change a thing. Happy to be a bit long in the tooth.

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