Fifty-First Class Reunion Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The voices of old high school friends
remain the same…ringing a familiar tone
each has the distinction of being ageless
with the resilience of rock solid stone

In the midst of talking... food is served
The atmosphere reminds me of an earlier time
In the school cafeteria… socializing with classmates
I feel a moment of deja vu… when I was in my prime

Together again, with those who have persevered
intermingling with those who have gone beyond
As we chatter to and about… now and yesterday
Conversations expand like the ripples in a pond

9/29/09