Two years ago springtime I saw a boy in the park and promised myself I would marry him come next year.

   One day in early summer, I finally found myself talking to him.  Every word made me love him even more.  I would marry him no matter what.

    One night in fall, after a date he took me to the Park. He knelt to the ground pulled out a ring and said: "Madison, my only love will you marry me?"

      In December, when I was shopping for my wedding dress, my phone rang and I ran to the hospital. When I got there my soon-to-be-husband was in a hospital bed because of a heart attack. Later that month, he had another heart attack and the doctors said that if he wanted to live to see us get married he would have to stop smoking.

       We got married later that year and lived a happy live with two children, and died when we were eightyfour. We were married over fifty years.

One day after school
on the way home I saw
"Egypt" over the months
my friends and I made
Egypt better. One day
we lost Egypt forever.
And that was the end
of our  fun with Egypt,
but then we became
Gypsies.