TREASURES OF THE PAST
Poem © DeDe, 2001

Window shopping is so much fun
Walking with a loved one looking into someone's inner room
Each window tells a story begging to be heard
Pleading for the passerby to stop if only to listen to one word

Hardwood floors, and candy shops
fabric and linens are all things of the past
Now its a mall, with movies and food
no more mom and pops and drive in theaters.


Take me back to those simple days
Where you sat back on the front covered porch
Drinking your lemonade
Visiting your neighbors and passing the time
With stories of yesterday The days that have gone by....

Dont let it pass you
Stop and see what each window says
See the story behind the mask the treasure that begs to be found
You just never know it may be your story that one day wants to be told