Friday, June 14, 2013

FF55 6/14/13, Please help me remember!




" Stand up straight-" Chucks me under the chin.
"And speak only when spoken to-"

 I was lucky to get a whiff        
of my Mother's perfume, 
or a quick press of hands
as my parents sailed out the door.

Gone were lullaby's
stories, back rubs before sleep ...

"Don't forget to practice on those you love, today!" 


                                      

Believe it or not
 When you were raised by arms length parents, 
You have to try and remember to reach out 
and touch; even ask for hugs!

9 comments:

Margaret said...

It is hard to realize when one has parents like this, they still love you very much. I smoother my young ones with kisses and hugs... my older ones don't appreciate it so much any more :)

TALON said...

izzy, this is so foreign to my childhood. Not that I was hugged to death, but hugs were there when needed and "I love you!" rang out all the time. My 55 was about a certain type of dysfunction caused by a houseful of talkers -- yours is so much the opposite. I loved this, but it made me sad.

Vanessa V Kilmer said...

I hear you. We rarely got hugs. I have to make myself do them and it's not easy with anyone except my daughter and grandson.

Hugs were part of the death ritual.

Flash 55 - The Accidental Gardener

G-Man said...

Izzy, this hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm a hug person but I wasn't raised like that either.
Subtle yet powerful story.
Loved your stand-offish 55
Thanks for this great contribution
Thanks for your GREAT support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Brian Miller said...

you are wise in your closing words...a world without touch would be so hollow...so lonely....felt this...

Alice Audrey said...

I'm the opposite. I was raised to cuddle.

hedgewitch said...

Yes, arm's length is as bad as slaps, and scolds as bad as spankings sometimes--we learn so much from our parents, especially about how(not) to love.

mindlovemisery said...

I had a very unhealthy family dynamic so I had to learn this as well and how to trust which is very difficult. I am lucky to have found my husband because now I enjoy snuggles. Beautifully written and very sad, this really choked me up

Other Mary said...

(HUG)