My first memories
Started at age three
I had blond hair blue eyes
Sitting on my father's knee
As I grew older
My memories accrued
Christmas' past
Holidays and birthdays
When I reached my teens
I had memories of friends,
Activities,'Indiana dunes'
My first serious love...
Now I have acquired to
Many memories...mostly good
As the years go by...
I dwell on the happier times
Trying to leave the rest behind My life has had many curves
Ups and downs, more than
My share of turn-arounds
But when I met you last year
I felt a renewal
A peacefulness I've never known An understanding between us two
Contentment,friendship,
A 'love' for you
May your feelings
'Treasure' the same
You will always be
'Priceless'to me
More precious...then currency
For I adore and cherish thee
memories are so sacred
even the horrid ones matter
it is such a wonderful thing
to run across someone in our lives
whom move us with such depth
as this person you speak of
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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Hugs, Diana...
fee
even the horrid ones matter
it is such a wonderful thing
to run across someone in our lives
whom move us with such depth
as this person you speak of
through meaningful encounters
Vickie