Particular Sound Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Opening the screen door of this mind, letting it slam shut,
loving to hear that particular sound, a reminder of days
when just a youngster and filled with life.

Playing outdoors for hours, sisters and I playing tag,
swinging, running races, enjoying nature and the great
freedom nature provided to us.

Memories staying within completely, even feelings of joy
and excitement never fading, enabling this mind to relive
them now while writing them into this poem for you to read.