A tired vacant house was aching for a splash of good. <br />A new family decided to move into the neighborhood. <br />It’s been a long time since I‘ve heard children playing… <br />Their voices are laughing and energetically displaying. <br /> <br />Now there is a reminder of when my kids were small. <br />They used to have fun in that same yard batting a ball. <br />Children gathered and became friends during past years. <br />Families moved away, leaving behind sadness and tears. <br /> <br />After their departure, the atmosphere just wasn’t the same. <br />We lost touch because we were all too busy. It was a shame. <br />The lives of former friends have gone in different directions. <br />Time and fate have taken images to a place of recollections. <br /> <br />Occasionally, we hear word of what has happened to a few. <br />Shane married; he and his pretty wife had a love that grew. <br />A freckle, faced boy named Rodney, was killed in a crash. <br />John was incarcerated, for doing something violent and rash. <br /> <br />The sounds of children are now a pleasure to hear once again. <br />The youthful noise is not a nuisance; it is the opposite of pain. <br />I love to listen to the carefree activities of unspoiled innocence. <br />Taking me to a time when a child’s enjoyment took precedence. <br /> <br /> <br />(6/23/07)<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-playing-2/
