When the needle hits the groove
On the old record player
My mum kept all these years
Until she passed away
***
Her records in a box
Kept in our dusty attic
Surrounded by my memories
Of a childhood well spent
***
As the lyrics soar in the night
And the musicality swells
My memories flow
To what we were doing then
***
Mum and dad playing
With me their little son
We three singing along
As I bang my little drum,
***
That I got for my birthday
To my dad’s fun and glee
As my mum playfully scowls
And my dad tries to flee
***
I can remember where I was
The colour of my room
The posters tacked to my walls
As the speaker’s boom
***
And I flip through the albums
The colours of their sleeves
I sing along to the lyric sheet
And whistle though the eves
***
As the tonearm lifts
And settles on its perch
I return to the present
From my pasts’ sweet church
***
Determined to revisit
My childhood fun once more
I return to the record box
And select the memories I long for
***
The records of my past
Are stored in my memory box
On 12" vinyl gold
Of which I care a lot.
***
The musical memories
A doorway to my past
Evoke happiness untold
Of memories, I’ll never forget
Stored forever…
***
….In my musical record box
About the Creator
Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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