The air is warm
Neighborhood sounds drift about the quiet house.
The bell rings.
Slowly at first, then increasing rapidly, the sounds of children fills the air.
Girls screaming in delight
Balls bouncing against the building
Swings squeaking in offset rhythms.
Boys yelling out their adventures.
The sounds run together into a sweet autumn melody.
School is back.
The children are back.
I lie here in the solace of my home, surrounded by a lifetime of memories.
As I listen, my mind drifts back to those days so long ago.
I smile and let the children’s song carry me into my dreams.
Again, the bell rings.
Slowly at first, then increasing rapidly, the sound of the children fades to silence.
An airplane flies overhead.
A bird sings.
A gentle breeze drifts through the house, and the wind chimes bring me back to now.
My heart is full.
9 September 2011
2 comments:
Poetry. You must be Vinnie's brother.
Brothers from a different mother.
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