Streets of Memories
Neatly tucked into bricks and trees
He returned to his old familiar town.
He walked past his old family home.
His heart was back after his long roam.
It was years since he was back again,
To visit his old familiar places and people.
He was at home once again,
In his old neighbourhood.
Everything looked perfectly the same.
Life once again felt so very good.
She was looking at those streets,
The ones she remembered since her childhood.
Those streets brought back so many memories to her.
She grew up, she went to school and university.
Every street was a parcel filled with memories.
The town, the city and her home were too small,
She left it all behind to follow her dreams.
There was a greater destiny for her, she wanted it all.
She looked at her old neighbourhood on the video screen.
The past now seemed like an old precious dream.
He walked by the old Church on the street.
There were memories of happiness and love,
Filled with blessings that were sent from above.
Within those hallowed walls and on the sanctuary.
He had memories of his marriage at that altar.
He kissed his loving bride and exchanged vows.
He placed both his parents at the same altar.
They both entered Heaven and he shed a tear.
He stopped at his childhood home.
He could see himself looking out of the window.
He saw himself, as a child on his way to school.
As a teenager, he was up and down the street.
Going places with his friends and girlfriends to meet.
That old street had so many memories,
There were some carved in silver and some in gold.
Memories so precious wrapped around those trees.
Warm memories that were so tender to hold.
Have you walked down those old familiar streets,
The ones where you were once a child?
Those streets and buildings and the trees,
Are filled with precious memories that are alive,
They whisper and blow quietly in the breeze.
