LANE OF MEMORY

As I see people stepping in Seward Park In the summertime,

It hearkens me back to when I was in my prime.

Running up and down the stairs going to various apartments and

playing with friends,

Never once feeling deprived of anything not love not attention nor

financial ends.

As the dancing couples twist and turn each other I smile,

Because it reminds me of the love my parents

shared when I was a child.

As they bop and sway to beautiful songs like Deja Vu, I’ve Been

Here Before by Teena Marie and Res’ “For Who You Are,
It reminds me of times we use to jump into my mom’s Maverick 

which was a mustard yellow colored car.

As the DJ spins the nostalgic tunes,

It makes me think of warm afternoons.

When the Jesse White Tumblers would enter

Seward Park or Lower North Center.

Times when music blared throughout the buildings,
yet not disturbing a soul,

Simpler times when people were not so cold.

PIctured: Author Doreen Ambrose- Van Lee circa, 1976 Chicago, IL 60610