Collective Memory Poem by Paul Warren

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