I recall the bed I slept in when I was a child, It was maple with a polished glow, I recall the blanket and chenille spread, With leaves of green and flowers of yellow. I remember the city street we lived on, The crack in the concrete sidewalk, And the stone steps on which we sat, To meet with our neighbors and talk. I remember the kitchen table we owned, It was green and gray formica and chrome, And the patterned linoleum on the floor, I remember each detail of home. I recall my mother braiding my hair, And me wearing dresses with smocking and lace, Spraying Evening in Paris all over myself, And dusting powder on my face. I remember the boys in the neighborhood, Throwing snowballs and acting rough, Until their mothers called them to dinner, And then they weren't so tough. I recall the radio programs we heard, The Shadow and Fibber McGee, I still hear the Inner Sanctum door squeak, In those days long before TV. I remember the songs that thrilled my soul, Mule Train, Jezebel, and Kiss of Fire, Back in the days when I was a teen, Filled with romance and desire. I remember playing a song on the phonograph called "Earth Angel." I played it over and over and over until my mother begged me to turn it off. Do you find that details of the past are much clearer than the events that happened recently? ~ © Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com) ~ November 19, 2003 If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Red Velvet Sledding A Christmas Carol Love Brings Feelings When Santa Was A Boy Snowballing And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Corner Index