Sail away, little paper boat
to the world of possibilities
where existence beholds its dreams.
Bring back tidings of what you see.
For little feet which can’t yet go far
Sail away, little paper boat
Let the winds of wide-eyed wonder
and innocence keep your sails afloat
Puddles glisten on sodden ground
beg children launch their handmade craft
Sail away, little paper boat
and gladden their expectant hearts.
Carry their joys to tomorrows
through stormy days and windless ones
Though you will end up in pieces,
sail away, little paper boat.
Yesterday, I taught my two younger children how to make paper boats, something which my siblings and I did when we were children. My two boys spent a good part of the afternoon learning how to make paper boats on their own and floating them on the kitchen sink afterwards. We thought that we could launch paper boats in the puddles that the recent rains left in our backyard. Unfortunately, freezing temperatures came back last night and the puddles froze. When we checked in the backyard, we saw an ice covered yard which could have been good for playing ice hockey if my kids were up to it. Now, we can only wait for the thaw to play with the boats.
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paper sailboats take me back to my chilhood too Imelda. I love the flow of your words. and such beautiful memories you are making and creating
Thanks, Gina. 🙂
Imelda: i like very much your pome. I wish to add as comment : a paper boat is sort of shoe that we utilize for walking in the immagination in the flow of water/time.
Have a nice day.
Ciao.
Thank you very much. 🙂 And even more thanks for sharing the significance of a paper boat in your culture. It is a lovely metaphor. 🙂 Have a wonderful day.
Another lovely poem from you, Imelda. I love how you entwined the idea of hope and possibilities in your poem. ‘Though you will end up in pieces, sail away, little paper boat.’ – so true, paper boats never last. I remember making them as a kid, and they weren’t too hard to make. But it also didn’t take much for them to sink – my paper boats usually sank after a few minutes of sailing along and then I’d make another one and sail again. I suppose that’s how we do life: there are hard times that will get us down, but there will always be another day and another chance to go do what we want and most importantly, have fun 🙂
Hope warm weather comes your way again soon, and you and your kids can sail those boats outdoors 🙂
That’s what we did. Make more and more paper boats and launch them on the yellow/brown puddles. What fun that was.
Have a great week. Fall must be peeking in already in your corner of the world. 🙂
And make more paper boats to play in the warmer months ahead 🙂 It is still warm here and I hope summer stays around 🙂
Nice sound and photos. I like the idea of the paper boat bringing back tidings.
Thanks, Frank. 🙂
I too remember folding them… and I also think about the the steadfast tin soldier story and how he left and came back…
Ah, thanks for reminding me about the fairy tale. I had to read it again to remember. What a sad and beautiful ending it had.
Such a sweet, hopeful post, Imelda! I love your idea if making paper boats. Too bad weather doesn’t cooperate! Hugs, Robin
I remember folding and playing with those paper boats ~ Love the poem and photos Imelda ~
Thanks, Grace. 🙂
Delightful and quite nostalgic for me.
Thanks, Sue. 🙂
childhood memories came flooding back. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Thank you and welcome, Ms. Jenner. 🙂
the photos enunciate your words…super .. super LIKE!
Thanks, Marilyn. 🙂
You have been gone awhile. Good to see you back. 🙂
I enjoyed your post about paper boats. The poem was well done!!
Dwight
I am glad you liked it. Thanks. 🙂