Musings - Memories True Blue Poem by Paul Warren

How long ago was it I was thinking out loud
The first that I remember growing up so proud
A rainy morning holding Auntie Carrie’s hand
Whilst eating my first pie didn’t make me a fan
Standing up in the back seat of my father’s FJ Holden
And not seeing over the front seat as we held on

Lying cosy listening to the radio at morning time
As the mantle clock made its seven o’clock chime
Remembering my youngest brother being brought in
On a crocheted white shawl as we looked in without a din
Later on walking home from school at the Red Hill Bridge
Sliding down its side on a piece of tin tore my shorts a smidge

Going to Christmas Trees whilst we sung out strong
To ensure the fat and happy man was serenaded along
Being on Summer Holidays working on my tan
As we all played and around the oval we all ran
Riding my bike around the house to see what time I’d get
Whilst me brothers followed around happily screaming a fit

I cherish these memories as I grow old knowing it was my past
For as long as I am around they will always last.

© Paul Warren Poetry