East Main Street, those days are done
But live in memories
The apartment is demolished
There's nothing left to see
But daydreams of joyful days
Mom and us older three
Playing, dancing, singing songs
The house filled up with glee
Two Sheilas in the backyard
Kathy on the tile floor
"I've read all my books Mom
Going back for some more"
Tea-time with Irene and Mary
Voices from long ago
"Waneta, read my tea-leaves
There're things I want to know
Is there a big, bright rainbow
Where we all will find peace
Where the world's a better place
Where wonders never cease?"
Guess Mom, Irene and Mary
Are having tea again
We'll meet up on East Main Street
Keep the memories 'till then
Comments
Wonderful memories
Of brighter times in your childhood. Thank you for sharing them.
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Yes...
I have other memories, but these are the best! Thanks for the read and comment! ~ Geez.
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The Passing of East Main Street
Hello, Geezer,
Of course, knowing the history of East Main Street through your earlier poems, this title is very melancholy. You have a way of describing your childhood in words that bring the reader right in to the setting. I can hear all the happy songs and chatter, and I feel the joy and glee. It's like visiting young Geezer and family in person! I think I'll join Kathy on the tile floor...
Thank you!
L
The apartment...
was in a three-story building, with a little neighborhood store on one side, and a wallpaper and paint store on the other, below the apartments. 12 ft. ceilings, and tile floors in the kitchen and bathroom. There were 3 large 12' x 14' bedrooms between the kitchen at the back end and the sitting room up front. They interconnected with doors between and to a hallway that ran the length of the apartment. My grandmother and Great Aunt Kit's place to begin with. They used it as a boarding-house right after the 2nd WW, until just after Aunt Kitty passed away; with grandma moving shortly after and we took over the place. I'm sure that there will be a least a couple of more stories about East Main Street. I still haven't told the story of one of the boarders, Mr. Trevet, who was Austrian and a great conversationalist to a 10-year-old boy. Thank you for the read and great comments. ~ Geezer.
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Hi, Geezer,
I'm looking forward to reading more about East Main Street. True life memories in a series of poetry - very nice. This has to mean so much to you and your family.
L