• Childhood,  Home

    Where I Lived

    Where I lived you didn’t need calendars and warm weather to note that the seasons were changing, I could simply tell by the smells in the atmosphere which lingered throughout my home when the fresh breeze brought it in through the windows I remember my dreams at night being disturbed because someone was constantly blasting their music and if they weren’t I could hear people nearby talking loudly But then All of a sudden as the barbecue scents grew obsolete, the music softened, the robins beautifully chirping out my window sung lower, I knew winter and fall were approaching. The neighbors appeared less, mother made us wear socks to bed,…