Last Talk (poem)

Last Talk
It is as if a bridge has reconnected childhood past and present here with you
Looking around and seeing everyone with the same connection
Simple childhood memories
Our first cuts, our first birthdays, our first bliss
Ya know?
The ones that take us to the wonderland
How long is forever here?
Well the white rabbit says "sometimes just one second"
Looking in your eyes plunging into windy fall afternoons
Running after the other kids in the big backyard
Letting go as all children do so well
Your a feather in the wind stopping by to say hello
Your home is hallowed
Your backyard a sanctuary
Still running in the wind
Ring around the Rosie, ashes, ashes we all fall down
Not a memory out of sight
Drifting, drifting, drifting it seems through a lifetime of yours and mine to be
I still remember the story grandpa
When the last leaf falls of that tree I will paint one on so you will forever
Life is but a memory
You give to me a thousand dreams

RIP
Michael N. Vucina
January 17, 1930 - July 29, 2017
Picture of grandmothers and grandfathers backyard




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