Day 383 Sounds from Then

Sounds from Then

Vroom” “Errrrt” sound effects 

for Hot Wheels rolling 

across the coffee table 

to their garage,

the steady patter 

of a spring rain on the window 

grey in clouds, 

and the sweet sound 

of a giggling toddler 

waking from his nap.

Memory is the sunshine 

forever shining 

behind the clouds.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry / Photography

Yes. What I wrote is from my stream of consciousness
Three snippets like a video editor
Excised from my memories.
So…
Yours?

— Terry Elliott (@telliowkuwp) March 31, 2021

“Vroom” “Errrrt” sound effects for Hot Wheels rolling across the coffee table to their garage,
the steady patter of a spring rain on the window grey in clouds, and the sweet sound of a giggling toddler waking from his nap.
Memory is the sunshine forever shining behind the clouds.

— Sheri Edwards (@grammasheri) March 31, 2021

Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem.  Today my friend Terry wrote a beautiful poem of memories to which I responded with my appreciation for it. He then, of course, asked for mine, which became today’s poem and photo.

The photo are toys from the grandkids’ room. The red stacking toy was my son’s from 1972. The car and frog were little interesting things for my grandkids, part of a larger array of make-believe making toys and art supplies and books, and gifts to leave at geo-caching sites.

My older son played for hours with his hot wheels, organizing and imagining their trips around his imaginary town, making sound effects as he drove and parked and backed up and drove off again.

Luckily my younger son gave him this time taking his nap, and he would wake up and giggle and call out while find a way out before I could get there. Because he always moved forward…with or without you, a plan in his head to complete and compete.

Two darlings, in their own way.

Thanks, Terry, for the sunshine.