Nostalgia
Driving through Levittown I slow down and
pause when I get to my old childhood home,
knowing it looks different but in my mind's
eye picture it from long ago,
There's my brothers, sisters and I
all playing in the back yard,
I can still hear the peals of laughter and
see the spot where I fell and got a scar,
And there we are a little older and
playing our 45's on our record player,
out on the back porch singing and
dancing trying not to disturb the neighbors,
Having barbecues every summer
with my parents having people over,
we'd constantly have music playing
while we played in the clover,
And in the winter time sitting by the fire
watching television or doing our homework,
feeling nice warm and cozy running
to the window to watch the falling snowflakes,
Then I saw all seven of us packing up
to leave in the winter of 1972,
saying good-bye to our childhood house
to move farther away to start anew,
With all of us in the car we didn't
get far when my older sister started to cry,
when I look back with all the fond nostalgia
Levittown memories I can certainly understand why.
11-24-16
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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