We were little girls
Living next door to one another
I was an only child
She had three younger brothers
We became close friends
We pedaled together on a bike ride
We liked singing with songs on the radio
We did our homework side by side
Skillfully we climbed an old fruit tree
And sat on branches with legs dangling
We’d snatch apples and eat them green…
Our throats were gripped by tart strangling
We were actresses without a written script
What a story our young minds could weave…
When our imaginations convincingly took over
the roles we played truly made us believe
Many years have passed since we kept company
We both grew older and went our separate ways
Only today... I thought back to that carefree time
I wonder now, if she ever thinks of those days
(6/29/07)
Nostalgic. Once again your poems appeal to everyone with your human touch. 'I wonder now, if she ever thinks about those days.' For the last few days my wife has been looking at her school year books and recalling how it was then with those she knew wishing that she could return to those happy days. I had to tell her that my schools did not have any yearbooks. I could use the help.
Nostalgic. Once again your poems appeal to everyone with your human touch. 'I wonder now, if she ever thinks about those days.' For the last few days my wife has been looking at her school year books and recalling how it was then with those she knew wishing that she could return to those happy days. I had to tell her that my schools did not have any yearbooks. I could use the help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see hide and seek and such put you in the mood: O) nice memory lane trip....I always revert back to nice childhood memories when my poem writing starts to get too blue.....thanks for sharing: O)