Childhood Soundtrack

The soundtrack of our mornings went like this:

Paul Harvey on the radio,

lunch money slapped onto the counter, 45 cents

{a quarter, two dimes},

plastic bowls still swimming with milk dropped into the kitchen sink,

the metallic clink of your wedding band as you gripped your cup of tea,

the diesel engine of a school bus rolling down the hill,

and our footsteps marching off - 

one by one - 

to fill in the blank spaces.