BLOGPOST #32
December 17, 2020
Beginning Place
A small house on a busy street
fast cars as the child sleeps
fruit popsicles on sunny days
happy remembrance of my childish ways
Sleepless nights laying on my couch
an old color TV, what’s become of you and me
Colds and sniffles on a Winter’s morn, some days this child is forlorn
the old address, of my childhood home, some days I still drive there
when I am alone
