Memories From The Heart

As I walk down the street where my childhood began,

I hear the honk of a car,

And the sound of your deep voice,

I look around and sink in sadness;

It wasn't your car or your voice I heard.

I turn my eyes to face the house opposite

the one we used to live in,

I see a dad encouraging his children into his car,

They are going on holiday, just like we did with you

when we were children.

I stare at the number plate on the door of the house

where we used to live,

Number 24;

In my mind, I hear familiar laughs,

The pitter-patter of feet in the hallway,

And the clatter of plates as mum cooks

tea after school.

I stare at the empty driveway, where you used to

park your car and lorry;

I can hear you, just like those past times when you were here,

Starting your lorry at 5 A.M. every morning as you head to work,

And I can hear the slamming of car doors and the excitement in mine

and my sibling's voices from days when we were getting ready to

go on holiday.

These are memories from the heart;

We may never experience these memories again now that

we are apart,

But these memories are the precious jewels of life,

They are priceless, and must always remain in our minds,

And our hearts forever.