The Reunion
Long ago …
Senior class
Fifty years
Familiar face
Remembered tears
…
“This is Tom”
Shake his hand
Handsome face
Wedding band
…
Rainy night
Long ago
Kissed your lips
Loved you so
…
Later years
Junior Prom
“Cannot go
Promised Tom”
…
Flowers sent
Can you go?
Senior Prom
“Sorry, no”
…
Passing years
Different roads
Separate ways
Heavy loads
…
Fifty years
Slipped away
yet it seems
Like yesterday
…
Greet old friends
Move along
Slap a back
Sing a song
…
Passing glance
Across the floor
Just old friends
Nothing more
…
Lovely still
Little dove
Wish you well
Wish you love
…
Senior class
Fifty years
Familiar face
Goodbye my dear.
- Emma Jones - January 28, 2019
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Ah, we never forget those first loves, they are ingrained in our thoughts for life. And time seems to stand still in remembrance. Nicely rendered and how time has flown when we revisit the past. Great work Will
Wonderful poetry, Will. I really like the rhythm of your three syllables, very nice. Those first loves never quite leave our hearts, there is always a place for them tucked away in silence. I love this poem, Will.
Thank you, Tony!
Thank you, Phyllis!