The essence of baby boomer memories and events in poetry

We baby boomers all have memories of key events in our lives, sometimes even mementos— of everything from crises like wars and assassinations to the good ol’ days of the Beatles, of muscle cars, of the first landing on the moon. Well, BoomerCafé’s award-winning Poet-In-Resident Harriet Shenkman of Westchester, New York, whose newest published work is “Teetering,” (you can get it by clicking on this link, and then on “Bookstore”) has written of her own memories and mementos in this poem entitled “The Sapphire, The Muff and Monopoly.”

The Sapphire, the Muff, and Monopoly

Harriet Shenkman

Harriet Shenkman

I was thrilled with a rabbit muff
for my sixth birthday.

I stroked the silky white fur,
plunged my hands into its warmth,
felt like Jackie O in muff
matched to fur trimmed boots.

I passed Go on the Monopoly board
for my next birthday,

collected two hundred dollars,
acquired tiny houses and hotels,
a gloating Donald Trump.

Shenkman_Harriet_CoverAnd I flaunted a sapphire ring
for one more September birthday,

Kate in the halls of Windsor,
Nefertiti tempting Charlton Heston.

The sapphire was pure glass,
the fur muff a fake, the pastel money
useless for the rent.

Still, I keep the fur in a cedar closet,
the paper money in a bank vault,
the glass jewel in a velvet-lined box

to remind me of when I was
the center of someone’s universe.

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Eric Mondschein

Your poem brought back childhood memories of my own. I thank you for that. I just wish I had been in a position to keep some of the mementoes from that special time of my life.

joyce hoffman

Harriet, your poem left me with tears in my eyes and a big smile. Those times and things were so special and yes saved in a box somewhere. I can’t wait to read your book of poems
Thank you

Linda Rosen

Memories of childhood always feel like a warm cuddly blanket. Thank you for stirring up some of my own. And you are still the center of someone’s universe, I’m sure your husband would say.

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