A Little Walk Down Memory Lane Is Good For The Soul

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This Old Gal…

Drove around Old Town…before meeting up with those daughters of hers…see what’s changed…see…what hasn’t…

Grandma’s place first to say hello…looked the same…except the beloved bridal wreath…no longer there…

The house where little me grew up…new blue roof…that bush in the front…as old as 62 year old me…ginormously ginormous…but still…looked like home…

The rental on Elm Street…same fiberglass awnings…new screen door…the flowers those girls of mine planted…starting to bloom…

And sweet Old Pink…hasn’t really changed at all…except for the fence…surrounding the backyard…cutting out…that precious lilac tree…

And so it was…truly…a walk…or more like a drive…down memory lane…those homes a vessel…those walls…still watching…still hearing…still taking in…

But forever…keeping secrets…of little girl days…days of joy…days of fear…days of laughter…days…of love…
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And those little girls of mine…agree…