Bone Of These Days Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Someday, one of these days,
I will pass by our oak tree
Where we first met and when
I, a young lad with two missing teeth
And a rabbit's foot on a chain
Smiled at you, rubbing the foot for luck
Slipping you a Snicker bar faintly to eat
While carving our initials in the oak
It is with that Snicker bar in mind
I recall the smudges around your mouth
Even more so, your glossy pink lips
As glorious as your dark, auburn hair
Rosey, red cheeks with cute dimples
That glistened in the sunlight
Someday, you will remember those notes
The ones I slipped into your books
Stashed away in cigar boxes in the attic
Someday, one of these days,
You will forget where you are also
And will pass by our oak tree
Memories carved forever in mind