I used to sit… Listen to Miles for hours..
Long nights of turpentine and Irish whiskey.
Two tone shoes and filter less cigarettes.
Seems like theses days…. Yeah those days
Back before we were old. Before time made
Me tired…impatient and pissed off….
Seems like those days are not so far gone.
I just got some photos from my step mom. Sigh my daddy from so long ago, note the painting behind him, that’s one of his!! Yay.
Me, with stuff on my face, Sheesh somebody wipe that boys chin. :-)
And the we tiny one holding me captive would be David the youngest of the boys. See I used to smile.. I’ve never seen these pics. I’ve shared so much of my life with this WP community many of you I consider dear friends. So again today thanks for being part of my journey.
As the sun rose I’m left with traces of you
Glimmers of my past, a sweet taste of love long since changed by time.
My heart takes me to that place where we used to meet, thorns not thickets and petals soft as silk.
We were just children then
I remember the taste of your cherry gloss kisses
And my boyish smile , so brave so bold.
Nights of house and let’s pretend
So many what ifs
Now all grown with family’s of our own
Time has changed it all, except one small place in my heart where the roses always grow.
Ode to the past
On the longest night and shortest day
all the things I’d like to say
Of things gone by, hope and dreams
And all the things I haven’t seen
To live like children,
Full of hope and wonder.
Languid sky and winters thunder.
Sunset beaches and icy peaks.
Rolling rapids and secret sneaks
Tennis shoes and bowler hats
Bubble gum and baseball bats
First tattoos and masquerades
Spin the bottle and play charades
The brightest stars on moon lit nights
Party girls and stupid fights
Oh how I miss being young