skyebellasario

Someday

Someday,

I will stumble across

Piles of dusty photos.

That haven't seen 

The light of day in years.

 

My children will point

To photos of grinning teenagers

And ask 

"Who are they?"

 

Memories will come flooding back

Into my brain

The late nights,

The uncontrollable laughter,

The adventures, we all knew 

We shouldn't have been on.

But we were young and carefree.

 

And I will respond

"It was with them that I had the best days of my life."

 

The old faces

Perhaps will spark a tear or two.

Thoughts might run through my head,

Like how do such close friends just

Drift apart?

 

So I will pick up the phone 

Dial a number, and pray it still works

 

And wait for the sound of a comforting voice

To bring me back to my happy days.

Comments1

  • Accidental Poet

    I love the stories those old photographs tell. I had to laugh when I read about your kids asking "Who are they?" All the memories that come racing back to mind. I hope all your old friends phone numbers still work. Great write sky. ; )

    • skyebellasario

      Thank you AP! Me too, a photo can say a thousand words 🙂



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