Home - Walking Down My Street Poem by Paul Warren

When I walk down the street that once was my home
The memories flood back I thought were long gone
Each step that I take is a memory to savour and partake
The houses are the same and I see them as they make
My life return again with a smile that will blend
For they were special with each breath I expend

I miss the neighbourly nod and the smile on faces
As my childhood rewinds again through its paces
I close my eyes and the scene magically takes hold
As I am playing with mates I hold in great affection as told
Look there - that is where we kicked the football quite hard
And I fell off my bike there turning fast into our yard

At the start of the peace my father built here our home
Making everything from the bricks to the roof on his own
My mother stayed at home cooking, cleaning and such
Whilst we were nurtured in a 1950's and 60's family touch
And now when I return to this our street in our town
I get quite sentimental and a melancholy feeling comes down.

© Paul Warren Poetry