
I remember these streets,
These corners,
Every house reminds me of someone,
Every tree and yard I can recall,
Thank God I have fond memories because now that I’m older I know what could have been,
Things look slightly different in some places and exactly the same in others,

New faces in old places,
I can still see traces of my childhood sprinkled among these blocks,
I am who I am because of this environment,
But I’m not a product because products are for sell,
This place has given me a bunch of stories to tell,
Some are what you might imagine,
Others you couldn’t even fathom,
I know that my survival wasn’t random,
God was with me,
I was young naive,
Oblivious to any thought that I could be hurt,
I was so free with no stress,
No thoughts of disasters going on around the world,
I was in my world,
So innocent and pure,
There is no cure for the evil man’s eyes have to see,
I can’t unsee what I’ve seen,
I know you heard the streets can be mean,
God blessed me is all I can say,
A day of walking around the past

Sweet are our memories. The starting age of our life that is child hood, was very near to GOD. Beautuful poem .💕