Past Record Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music from childhood being played and sung,
reminded me of the same record I had back then.
Playing it repeatedly, every single day, with
Dad being tired of hearing it.
We had to keep listening to it's tones because
of it's staccato beat throughout.
A wonderful epic of childhood joy found in a
record filled with the music of the past.
Bringing yesterday into realms of now just by
hearing it's self-same words.