The green house on the corner.
The sheds, the picnic benches, the pine trees.
Mowing the grass, pulling weeds, edging the yard.
I close my eyes and can see every one of these.
Friends in the neighborhood, playing at the park.
Walking through the field on the way to school.
Taking the path through the 'woods' afterward.
Growing up and learning how to be cool.
Payday Friday nights were our family night out.
McDonalds and a movie, or a game of cards around the table.
Being a family, doing things together, and having fond memories.
It seems now a days things like that are just a fable.
The eighteen years I spent there were always good.
Of this place I have nothing but bright memories.
I miss the people, the friends, the innocence.
Sometimes I just wish I could be...
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I never get tired of reading anything you write. Keep it up!! Hope all is good with you! =)
ReplyDeleteI remember the green house on the corner...my mom still lives in my old house...
ReplyDeleteLori
Julissa, thanks and i will keep it up.
ReplyDeleteLori, I cant believe your mom still lives there! I cant remember the last time I was there in the neighborhood. I think it was right after Hurricane Andrew. I was checking out Kevin Perez's house to make sure they were all right. Wow, so like 17 years ago?! Thats crazy talk!
Thank you both for commenting and taking time to read the crap I pull out of my mind and drop them here.