Footprints of Memories – A Reflection

Footprints of Memories is a poem authored by Ilia Kramarik in his epic book of art and prose titled The Future Never Gives Up…This poem found on page 101 of Ilia’s book consists of five stanzas with five lines each…The featured image I choose for this reflection is a photo of my father when he was a younger man and a footprint of my son from the day of his birth…My father my son’s grandfather never met my son because when my son was born my father was already deceased…I have no doubt that my father who loved children would have enjoyed meeting my son his grandson…We all leave a mark in our world we do leave foot prints of memories and now that my son’s shoe size is much larger than my shoe size as he has grown so much as the years pass…It is my hope that my son will continue his own footprints of memories for many years to come…I will now quote from Ilia’s poem…In Footprints of Memories Ilia writes…”Leaves come and fall with the free will. All life is timed to fall into my eyes and clocks fade away…Every living thing is a thunderstorm with footprints of memories coming back to me. I change myself, for I am life.” Memories leave footprints in our brains which affects our emotions and ways we deal with daily life or life as a rule…Many rules are not followed these days which causes society to become a warped world a warped society full of folks who view themselves and others through clouded lenses…Through lenses of pride lenses of anger lenses of hate lenses of rage or through rose colored lenses…The lens is not always negative but sadly many today are not very realistic and often fail to see the forest for the trees…This is something I myself experience…I do not do very well processing upsetting or stressful events so what could be accomplished in one email or message I often need to send numerous emails or messages which is not ideal but that is how my brain works…I have to work hard on staying calm when faced with adverse situations particularly stressful situations…It seems one cannot get upset without facing some repercussion this is very pervasive in health care and in other professions…I have been told in health care if you see something done that is wrong…You must request a meeting to discuss the wrong doing but you cannot get upset and must stay calm which is ridiculous…It seems many of us are expected to act like robots with no emotions which is inhumane…We are human beings and as human beings we are emotional creatures with feelings…Complex at times this be true but no less emotional beings…Growing up in Ireland and the USA the way I did I was closest to my father may he rest in peace…My father bonded with all eight of his children in his own unique way and for this he was and will always remain a good man and a great father…My dad had his problems with alcohol which did not help our family but he was otherwise a good provider and we managed…The unsung heroine in my father’s story is my mother who is now quite elderly…She had it hard and it was not easy for her to manage eight of us and an alcoholic husband but manage us she did…Looking back now as I do I see that my mother has many virtues that I admire to this day…No she is not perfect neither am I and not one of us can claim perfection…When we do our best as many of us do day in and day out that has to be good enough…The gift I received from my father is the gift of music…As a thank you for your follows likes and shares enjoy traditional Irish Music from my you tube channel…Traditional Irish music is a gift I received from my father…Can you guess the famous actor that many thought my father looked exactly like when he was young?…Don’t feel bad if you cannot guess because I forget…My father was told he looked like a famous actor and was often mistaken for this famous actor…

…………Namaste…………

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