Poem: The Old Neighborhood

Though no one lives there now
I remember the old neighborhood
Where I used to play with all my friends
In a kingdom of make-believe
That made us feel safe
And anything was possible
In that half-hour increment
Where we could escape
Because we wanted to be a neighbor
In button-up sweaters
And laced converses
When I had to pretend
My Velcro sneakers had strings
 
The trolley no longer runs
Though I still often close my eyes
And go back to talk with old friends

Inspired by this tweet

Joanne Rogers, the widow of TV’s Mr. Rogers, has died at the age of 92, according to Fred Rogers Productions. The couple were married for 50 years before Fred Rogers’s death from stomach cancer in 2003. https://t.co/m0Rni7ODdj

— The Daily Beast (@thedailybeast) January 14, 2021

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