Echoes Of My Childhood

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Yesterday I took a walk

where the echoes of my childhood

whisper through the air-

The birds sing melodies

of songs from yesteryear,

and every tree, flower, and weed,

dance to their rhythm.

I walk through the symphonies,

and listen to the chords

of the breeze-

the drum beats of time

taking me back

to that little girl in pig tails-

Hop-scotch races and skinned knees,

laughter and skipping stones.

Sipping orange soda

from a glass bottle,

the taste still lingering on my tongue-

the memories just as sweet.

The sun illuminates my path,

a guiding light-

a reminder-

that the shadows of my past lay behind me,

And  life and time move forward.

A perfect balance-

of what was,

what is,

and what is yet to come.

Kristian L. Weigman

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17 Responses to Echoes Of My Childhood

  1. Beautifully written ♥️ love it

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  2. orkidedatter says:

    This is so beautifully written… but yet, I could feel a ghost from my childhood…

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  3. Laura Beth says:

    Beautiful! Your writing is just getting better and better.

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  4. YBP says:

    I love your gift of storytelling through your beautiful, heartfelt poetry. Thanks so much, Kristian! ❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕

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