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from poetess' personal scrapbook--Mrs. Fletcher's First Grade Class, 1958, Daughtery Elementary School

OLD DAYS

old days call my name
dust-lit moments drift back home
heart opens like a screen door~
memory walks in warm.

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Gershon Wolf

April 11, 2026 at 9:16 PM

Nice that you have warm memories... Mine are more like Davey Copperfield's: "Old days recall shame // where I was always to blame // Never a 'new day' came // My childhood one big stain. ~ Truth, but not for publication, gw ... It's water way over the dam

Bartholomew Williams

April 11, 2026 at 3:38 PM

Your last line ("memory walks in warm") reminds me that, with a life well-lived, our middle-later years can bring contentment and a sense of peace. Also, to me, your title and overall vibe evokes that classic Chicago hit, "Old Days." Very nice write, Sara! Thanks for sharing some of your thoughts about days gone by. Very best, BW :)