Echoes of My Mind

The echoes of my childhood

Call out in memories.

And bring back friends of yesterday

That I long to see.

In the crowded hallways of my mind,

We linger after school,

Or drink old-fashioned sodas

Atop soda-fountain stools.

Ballgames are played, sock hops are danced;

My but those were the days!

When car hops worked on roller skates

And jukeboxes were the craze.

How I miss those days of old

When friends were genuine.

Yet I still have them here with me,

In the echoes of my mind.

~ Brenda Johnson