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;
please?!"
- the laughter, secrets and
tears.
You run right through my heart.
Join us for this week's RAP: streetwise poetry
Blessings,
Linda
The part about the voices slowed me. So much in those voices of the past, yes?
ReplyDeleteAs always, glad you joined us.. :)
Great
ReplyDeletecould go with my visit to my old home town
Fun
this took me back.
ReplyDeleteAll good memories run right through our hearts. Good one, Linda.
ReplyDeleteI believe in these kinds of ghosts. :)
ReplyDeleteSo sweet, Linda.
Sweet memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this with us.
I love it. I lived in many houses as a kid, and all of them have some great memories.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, Linda!
ReplyDeletejust noticed you're reading Little Women. i'm reading it with my girls right now. isn't it wonderful?!
I love it! ANd yes, I am getting sticky with Honey for A Child's Heart. Thanks for the suggestion.
ReplyDeleteHugs for your night,
Sara
What a sweet poem about your childhood. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteyou inspired me, Linda. I too offered my memories today because your words awoke somethign within.
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