For my own old friend, should he ever read this...I miss you Nic.
What happened to us?
My old friend...
Life got in the way.
Filled with invisible strings,
controlled by the master of puppets.
Have we gotten too old for our imagination?
A world of child-like humor and endless hopes.
I think that boy still exists.
Do you still believe in pirates and buried treasure?
My old friend...
Or have you forgotten those sunburned days?
Has the magic of windy nights in a hammock under a blanket of stars ceased to be?
In a world that I once knew.
All things were too easy then.
These memories are the ties that bind us together.
What will become of us in the end?
My old friend...
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Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2003
First time reader here, Mariah. Actually I am an avid reader of your Moms brilliance. Reading her Bio, I found out you exsist:)
Wonderful write, it is in your genes!!
Another jewel in your book of poetry Mariah. Very well written from the heart.
Love,
Mom
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 15, 2003
BUT I bet there is a treasure to be found somewhere. Just give him the map.... and don't forget the shovel. This was sad and a nice thing to write. I can smell the passion in this.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Wonderful write, it is in your genes!!
My Best
tony
Love,
Mom
BUT I bet there is a treasure to be found somewhere. Just give him the map.... and don't forget the shovel. This was sad and a nice thing to write. I can smell the passion in this.
Teresa
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$