Poem
Oh, childhood how I miss you: red fanfares in the park, clowns whose secrets nobody knew, little socks embroidered by mama; a horizon with no limits stretching his wings from my window to the sea.
I can smell you, my childhood, lemons and oranges on the old streets, sugar on my fresh lips, cranes on the top of the chimneys.
Eyes bursting in the light of traffic signals and closing at softness of the afternoon poplars.
One day, the city cried, a fresco of pain and smog, rapid steps, cars crashing, my memory arrested. I lost my way.
I write with my back to the windows, mama gone, your right hand on my shoulder. Love, I am still looking for my way.
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Gabriela Marie Milton
2022 Pushcart Prize Nominee
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Books:
Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology (ed.), Literary Revelations, 2023
Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women (ed.), Experiments in Fiction, 2022.
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose, Vita Brevis Press, 2021.
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, Vita Brevis Press, 2020
NICE POST 💚💖💯
Blessed and Happy afternoon from Spain 🇪🇸
Greetings o
Thank you so much!
I hope I was your inspiration for that great poem 🙂
You are great 🙂 I love your poem. I just congratulated you on your achievement. I am thrilled for you. My congratulations may ended in the spam folder but they are there.
Love’s entry into the poem is a perfect twist. May he show the way.
Thank you so much for your kindness and the support. you are great gerald. Enjoy the rest of your day!
enchanting
Thank you!
NICE POST 💚💖💯
Blessed and Happy afternoon from Spain 🇪🇸
Greetings 👋
Thank you so much and blessings to you too. enjoy the rest of the day.
Such a touching piece 🩷
Thank you so much my sweet Sadje.
You’re always welcome my friend
Thank you again. Have a wonderful week ahead.
You too 🫶🏼
Wonderful, Gabriela.
Thank you so much Tim. I hope you guys are well. Sending hugs to everyone. xoxo
We’re doing well. It’s cold, but the cats help keep us warm. How are you?
I am glad you are well. I am better thank you for asking. The cats do the same here 🙂
Such wonderful nostalgia and words strung of your sweet memories of your beautiful mama who gifted you with such prolificacy and gifts to share with the world. How lucky are we! Hugs and love my dear friend. 🌹❤️❣️
Oh, I am so humbled by your words Cindy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Love and hugs.
xoxo
We know that girl is in there…
Lovely nostalgia, sweet on the tongue!
Thank you dearest Liz. I appreciate your comment.
We know that girl is in there.
Lovely nostalgia, sweet on the tongue!
Beautiful work Gabriela! Quite an interesting ending… all the best to you. Un fuerte abrazo desde València.
Thank you so much Francisco. I feel like has been years since we talked a bit. Congratulations on all your achievements. You deserve big accolade. Good luck with all future plans. And… un fuerte abrazo!
Yes, it has been quite a while. I thank you so much Gabriela. And I truly applaud your work, your new company and all the incredibly good writers that you are representing and who appear in LR. Wow! I am truly amazed and very happy for you. All the best. Abrazos de España con sabor a flamenco al incienso y a ritmo de panderetas… 😉
My pleasure Francisco. Again, thank you so much for your kind work and lots of congratulations for your wonderful achievements. LR’s door is always open for you. Ay…”brazos de España con sabor a flamenco al incienso y a ritmo de panderetas..” Ojalá pudiera volar a España mañana.
🙂 🙂 🙂
España te espera, ya las naranjas se están madurando en València y los villancicos gitanos resuenan en las voces de un coro rociero…
Eso es espléndido. Mi corazón está ahí en cualquier momento. Giro de vuelta. ¿Puedes ver?
Gracias Francisco.
xoxo
Es un enorme placer conversar contigo y claro que si veo ese giro. Muchísimas gracias Gabriela y un fuerte abrazo hoy desde Barcelona. 🌹
🙂 Pasarlo muy bien 🙂
What a lovely, touching poem, Gabriella. The imagery of childhood memories is so sweet! The ending is perfect! <3
My Dearest Cheryl, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your beautiful words. I am deeply grateful to you. May your day be magical. Sending huge hugs.
I LOVE this poem! So evocative and poignant.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart dearest Liz. sending love and good wishes.
You’re welcome, Gabriela.
🙏🌹❤️
I love this. It gives the feeling of whimsy.
Thank you dear Kymber. I am very grateful for your comment.
❣️
xoxo
So lovely, Gabriela. The sensory magic of childhood seems to slip away from us, and suddenly it’s gone and we wonder where it went. This poem has a gentle poignancy to it. Beautiful, my friend.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart Diana. I am always honored when you read my work. I hope everything is well with you. Sending lots of love xoxo
Qué bonito. La infancia, el paraíso perdido. 💐🍓🌷🍒🍎🌞🌞
Tienes razón. La infancia es el paraíso perdido. Muchas gracias.
xoxoxo
Oh! Gabriela! I love this poem. How it speaks to me!❤️
I am so thrilled it speaks to you Susan. it makes me happy. Sending love and hugs. Enjoy the rest of your day.
Wonderful! I wouldn’t mind experiencing my childhood again. ❤️
Oh, me neither. Thank you so much z John 🙏🌹
You are welcome, Gabriela. ☺️☺️
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Lovely poem and reflection of childhood.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am glad you think so 🙏🌹🌸
You’re welcome.
These two stanzas are flawless, Gabriela:
“I can smell you, my childhood, lemons and oranges on the old streets, sugar on my fresh lips, cranes on the top of the chimneys.
Eyes bursting in the light of traffic signals and closing at softness of the afternoon poplars”
What a vividly described, superb poem!
Thank you so much my wonderful trE. I am so glad you liked them. Sending hugs and blessings 🌹🤗
You’re most welcome! *Big hugs* 💙💜❤️
Beautiful and touching poem dearest Gabriela 😊❤️
Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🙏🌹🤗
What a beautiful and poignant poem, Gabriela, and such a profound ending. Love this! ❤️
Thank you from the bottom of my heart dearest Lauren. Sending lots of love ❤️
Lovely, G 👏🏽
Thank you Selma my dearest.
xoxo
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xoxo
Really nice post… good night from Adelaide. Have a sweet dreams.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for the “good night from Adelaide” That’s really sweet. Greeting from the US.
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Very beautiful
Aw… Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
A vivid and touching piece, Gabriela. It’s great to read you again. Sending lots of love. 🌹❤️
My Goodness, look who is here. Thank you so much. I am so glad to talk to you again. I hope everything is well my dear friend. Are you going to stay or this is just a vacation? We miss you!
This poem really touched my heart, Gabriela!
Thank you so very much dearest Dawn. I so much appreciate you support. Sending hugs.
My pleasure!
Lovely again!
There used to be many cranes in town when I was a girl. As I grew up, not so much. Such a beautiful image from childhood!
Thank you so much Basiliki. What happens to the cranes? Sending you lots of love.
I wish I knew… Much love!
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A stunning poem, Gabriela! 🥰
Thank you so much dearest Layla xoxo
Thank you for inspiring me to incorporate more sensory details into my own writing through this!
My pleasure stacey. I am really humbled by your comment. Sending love.
How beautifully you describe your memories of youth, all your senses primed, fresh, taking in everything. As always, I see your lines, in movie form, this one, a surreal collage of personal nostalgia. Wonderful!
Oh, my sweet Karima, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am so grateful to you hon. Love and hugs. I hope everything is ok ❤️🌹🌹
Everything is going well..thank you dear Gabriela!
My pleasure hon. I am glad to hear ❤️
This was my second time reading this poem and really loved how sweet this poem is. The magic and power of your choice in words had me to sit and ponder of my own childhood memories. What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am so glad you liked the poem and very honored by your words. Always a pleasure to share. Enjoy the rest of your week.
Beautiful. Childhood feels like a beautiful dream to me. I wonder sometimes, at what point of life did it stop being and I dont think I will be able to come up with that answer in this lifetime.