Grand Central Station of legend and stories
High arched ceiling, light’s golden glow
Promise of infinite charmed possibilities
Sky’s the limit. Where will I go?
I remember Thanksgivings when bound for New York
College girls promised to “meet under the clock”.
I never did. My single journey was Thanksgiving ’64
With husband and baby son Bobby in tow.
Before sun was up we arrived bleary-eyed
No sleeping with baby in misnamed sleeping car
Hurried through Grand Central then realized
Bobby’s winter hat was not on his head.
Scurried back to train tracks and lo and behold
Perching there on a pole where a kind stranger had put it
Was the little blue hat. That was for me a beginning
To journey afar and trust the wide world.
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And what a journey it has been… I would meet you “under the clock” to chat about blogging if I lived closer 🙂
Wouldn’t that be fun. Taking this Twenty Everyday Inspiration Prompts course is showing me that in the two years I have ben blogging I have become a writer. This is really good stuff. 🙂
You’re most definitely a writer Ina, I love this personal memory of an iconic place and the way it set the scene for how you approached your future travels.
This prompt was really fun. We were shown four pictures and told to pick one to write a post about. I immediately chose Grand Central Station. I titled my post Portal and thought I’d write a metaphorical poem about venturing into the world. I wrote two lines and the memory of the story took over. I love how writing has a mind of its own sometime. 🙂
So sweet and memories that grip me! lovely
Lovely comment. Thanks.
most welcome, I could see it all playing out
Sometimes the wide world can be trusted more than the narrow. Having that good early experience surely set the tone for your future travels. How fortunate for those of us with whom you now share them!
Bless you. I do love and trust the wide world. Maybe because I trust myself to travel with safety in mind.