A touching piece Hellon...

You always include such awesome detail to your poems that I feel I can see what you see---but all I can do is feel your words and they moved me.

How bittersweet.
Nice write.

Excellent read with glaring pictures of gloomy sadness and if I catch your drift a young person who leaves the parent home wanting to experience life by herself/himself and yet to discover that home is where one belongs. lessons learnt you relive the sweet, innocent splendour of a family. I like it!

congratulations.

Wow what an interesting poem, there is so much to take form this!!

Firstly, it focuses on how much things have changed over the years, I myself grow up with videos and still have many in the house. I feel quite sad that future generations will not know what a video is!

I also find it really interesting to watch black and white things on TV and see how far technology has came, but also how much life has changed and the way life was back then.

My dad in his braces at the end
of a long shift I guess.
Top button of his pants loosened (probably he'd
just eaten mum's shepherd pie)

This was a man who had
fought in the Second World War
In the Royal Artillery ..yet he looks
so small...and he is my father.

- I think this is really great to introduce us to this image and how your thinking came about as you watched the video. What you remembered and what you try to piece together. I can imagine the child in you looking up to your father who seemed to be a lot bigger, yet when you look back you realise he was smaller than what the child's eye had seen. I think this goes to show the bond between father and daughter and how important it is.

Mum with her permed hair
and skirt below the knee
of course...
ankles bandaged due to
ulsers but still...
she was a woman and wife so
a skirt was her uniform back then..
she also wore an apron.

This was a woman who served
in the NAFE.
she also looks small...she is my mother.

- the same thing here, I like how it shows us what life was like for families back then and how they had no choice but to just get on with things as they were and make the most of what they had. I love looking at this from the childs point of view and how their view of their parents have changed over the years. I think this indicates how much we don't realise what love is when we are very young and perhaps only as we grow older, we learn just how much we do love our parents/family.

I left them behind to seek
a better future.

- I know this is only one small line from the poem, but it is also one of the most powerful ones. It is real. It is life. It is what happens and what feels the right thing to do at the time. It is very touching because it shows how precious time is and how fast it passes.

Now...I just want to be held in my dad's jacket
and..twist his shiny buttons around...I want to eat one of my mother's crumpets after she has done
one, two, three, four on my nose
and number five is when I can
have a bite...I want all of this.

But...it was just a video

and now...

I cry ...and I cry...

- what a very touching ending, to just want to be that child again and have those things. It shows that you do not remember how much money you had, what clothes you were able to have etc. But the smaller, priceless memories that are so simple. It is these things that you long for again.

Very touching, you brought some memories alive to share, and then took us through the emotional journey you went on in reliving these memories.

Nice job.