What are our collective memories
Of rain on a tin roof at night
Whilst snuggled under the covers
Not wanting to be anywhere else
Being with your friends kicking a football around
And riding you bike as fast as you could
Of school days in wooden classrooms
That were hot in summer and cold in winter
End of school days when the world opened to you
And your first kiss of your first love
Your graduation day with parade and celebration
That started your blue years on
Your wedding day and your years together
When your children were born each one
These days are on record for us all
And we cherish these memories each one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem