Treasure Island

Priscilla Brown

Back in the days

Children laughing
Old time music
feet tapping
of way when
close family members
old high school friends
tears shed
because of so much joy
everyone laugh at
drunk Uncle Roy
things has finally come
to a sudden cease
reminder of
Big Grandma Bertha
who is now deceased
get in the cars
to head back home
Sheila never got married
so she sit alone
Reminisce of how
it use to be
the tree torn down
with the heart you
drew for me
2 years will come
to celebrate again
new family members
new high school friends


Submitted: Sunday, August 02, 2009

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  • Ted M (8/2/2009 2:06:00 PM)

    A school re-union brings back those beautiful memories, the memories we cherish for life. The innocence, the playful mind, the silly mischief, will be a thing of the past with just sweet memories to keep us company........10+++ (Report) Reply

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