Tuesday, March 16, 2010

22 Seneca Street

The street on whose corner
lived the little house
(that once seemed big)
trimmed in yellow,
surrounded by white wooden fence.

The street of my childhood.

Do the sounds still echo there?
- bicycle tires
speeding over your gravelly surface
- little girl footsteps
running and jumping rope
- dancing feet on the pavement
in dress-up clothes
- the quiet swooshing of sleds
when you were blanketed in snow.

Do the voices still fill the air?
- "Can Chris come out
and play?"
- "Shep! Come here!"
- "Just five more minutes Mom;
- the laughter, secrets and

You run right through my heart.

Join us for this week's RAP: streetwise poetry



L.L. Barkat said...

The part about the voices slowed me. So much in those voices of the past, yes?

As always, glad you joined us.. :)

grammy said...

could go with my visit to my old home town

Anonymous said...

this took me back.

Glynn said...

All good memories run right through our hearts. Good one, Linda.

Unknown said...

I believe in these kinds of ghosts. :)

So sweet, Linda.

Maureen said...

Sweet memories.

Thank you for sharing this with us.

Dawn said...

I love it. I lived in many houses as a kid, and all of them have some great memories.

Anonymous said...

beautiful, Linda!

just noticed you're reading Little Women. i'm reading it with my girls right now. isn't it wonderful?!

Sarah said...

I love it! ANd yes, I am getting sticky with Honey for A Child's Heart. Thanks for the suggestion.

Hugs for your night,

eph2810 said...

What a sweet poem about your childhood. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

Unknown said...

you inspired me, Linda. I too offered my memories today because your words awoke somethign within.