Lauren B Called

(Motown)

Eight Years Old


People living close together......as strangers next door.....not safe to play in the street.....or leave unlocked doors....not like when I was kid...walk all day around my neighborhood.....people call me in for lunch......in return I helped with all I could.....nope times just aren't the same.....seems everyone's afraid....who will do what to the next person....what of yours who wants to take.....I remember a bike I'd borrow..... Before I had my own....the Mom knew if they couldn't find it.....just to call my home.....and my friend at Green Corners.....my namesake spelled differently....met me at sunrise and we'd play hopscotch and tea.... Names I have forgotten....my Mom would remember.....one reason I won't let go.....until I've read all of her papers.....another girlfriend I played with.....we stayed out until the moon was high.....how I loved visiting my friends...all day and half the night.....it was normal to borrow the neighbors rake.....even if he wasn't home.....take cookies over the next day.....even though it was returned the day before.....I remember two old ladies.......I asked for a glass of water..... they made me stay for bacon and donuts......brought my brother with me every time after......yep I can't believe all we did.....compared to the world now......woke bright and early....stayed outside until the sun went down

Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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