Our Young Place Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Even efter all these years,
A flood of memories washes over me,
The fog of time lifts; years vanish.
This is where we met; fell in love;
“Our young place.”

Everybody has one,
Their time in the sun;
That ‘once upon a time’
Of starry eyed dreams and hopes.

I promise, no matter how old we get, my love,
Those two kids will always be alive in us;
I can still feel them...
Every time I’m in your arms.