back
in the day music drifted
throughout
the house
on
Saturday afternoons
while
helping with chores
the
voices of R&B imprinting
on
my mind and heart
I
still listen to music
now
on different devices
rather
than the radio
yet still soothes my soul
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #170: Music is My Refuge
Those were the carefree days. When I listen to them now on my phone, it brings nostalgia to me.
ReplyDeleteYes, there are so many options for music enjoyment these days. I still love my record player, though. Thanks for sharing these memories.
ReplyDeleteFrom the age of 10 to about 16 AM radio was always on in our house. Lots of fond memories of those days, and other memories too. The music got me through all of it.
ReplyDeleteMusic really is balm for the soul. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteAs yes music come in from so many sources now.
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This is the norm for many nowadays. At home I listen
ReplyDeleteto the music on the music channels of my DirecTV.
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Lovely memories, Arcadia... I like R&B too...
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David
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Nicely done, Maria; I remember Saturday afternoons helping my mother with the chores, and soul music soothing our souls.
ReplyDeleteI have similar memories! On Sundays, my Dad would play his favorite records. They weren't R&B, which I personally would have liked better, but our home felt lighter for it. <3
ReplyDeleteThanks for 'stirring up' that memory.
Thank you everyone.
ReplyDeleteI think our parents were cooler than we ever thought. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteAre used to love that R&B pounding out of his old radios. With almost religious experience. R&B music is what drove me to sing back in My 8th grade. I sang for almost 3 decades after that, so it really impacted my life. I still love listening to it.
ReplyDeleteYes, mine too. I was by far the youngest in my household growing up, and my mother and brother were always playing music both at home and in their cars. My father used to buy me records and bring them home--jazz and classical, things that became lifelong loves, as did the rock n roll he wouldn't let me have lol.
ReplyDeleteRight. Music makes so much for us. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteMy inner performances: no devices required
ReplyDeleteMusic is everywhere... maybe too much sometimes.
ReplyDeleteThere was always music playing in our house, and Mom singing along.
ReplyDeleteThank you again everyone.
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