Playing With My Shadow




Playing with my shadow, I was perhaps about seven.

I had shiny pennies in my pocket,  I think about 
eleven.

I can still hear their sweet, glorious ring!

I was going to the candy store to purchase those
red, rope licorice things.

Harold, the owner,  loved us with his wavy gray hair.

He'd stand  behind the glass, while we chose our candies....delicacies, scrumptious and fair.

He has a marble soda fountain, too.

If we wanted fresh ice cream sundaes, too.

The healing, summer breeze from sweet decades long since past.

The  church-bells of Saint Mary's Cathedral that in
my heart forever will last!  

That calligraphy of days long ago.

In life's timeless precious river, I cherish you so!



                        5/16/2021
                           ~4~
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Cunningham Avatar
May 16, 2021 at 1:57 PM
Those little corner shops were special, you got to know the owners on a personal level, then the big supermarkets came and undercut them forcing them out of business, Life was certainly better back then. Tom
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2021 at 2:15 PM
I do agree, having grown up back then! Life was beautiful.....people made money, not corporations who could care less. We were lucky. Pangie xx
De Beaulieu Avatar
May 16, 2021 at 11:59 AM
Hello Panagiota, I remember also playing with my shadow as a little girl. A good memory. Hugs Darlene xx
De Beaulieu Avatar
May 16, 2021 at 3:58 PM
Hello Panagiota, yes it wonderful. hugs Darlene Hugs xx
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2021 at 1:56 PM
Hello my dear friend, Darlene! .it was fun playing with shadows, not iPads. )) and outside playing with my friends. Nobody was rough. All had good manners. Wonderful...Hugs, Pangie xx
Mcintosh Avatar
May 16, 2021 at 11:28 AM
Sweet memories.. echoing through your joyful write. God bless you sweet friend. Love, Gina
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2021 at 1:50 PM
Yes, sweet. People do not know that there were individual businesses called "candy Stores". Whose owners ran them. This was before boxed candies and big box stores. Young folks did not work in them.Owners did. They had graying hair and were up in years. I was glad to be brought up before big box stores.-and God meant something. Bless you Gina...xx
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