Sweet Yesteryears’


A sound from the radio taps at her ear
And brings back a memory from sweet yesteryear
A smile tugs her lips as she goes down that path
To days of a childhood where hearts seemed to laugh!

Back home in her garden with all of the clan
Knees bruised from scrumping the fruits of the land
Clothes worn and tatty but nobody cared
As laughter was plenty in the house which they shared!

They all made their pastimes with games which were free
Conkers on strings also climbing the trees
Chalking  on pavements to play some hopscotch
All was unruly but they felt like top-notch!

A sound from the radio beckons once more
Closing the gate tight from this magnificent tour
Sweet yesteryears‘ over but will never depart
So unwrap it real careful to spread light on your dark!


© By LynnKaren