when i walk through
those halls
sit in
those rooms
i think of back then
back then,
when i was small, naive
and Brandon could still carry me;
when Keia and i could laugh so much harder;
when Andre and i were so close
that growing up couldn't come between;
when Brian made fun of me but
i knew he still loved me:
those waves of memories
return to me like high tide
and i can't help but cry
aching for those days
when i was too young to worry
and life was kind
and family was all that mattered.
Ebone' Ingram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-479/
