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Steve Page Dec 2019
She took the crisp offered
- not for the flavour, but for the high offer
of a connection across the tallest table,
balanced on tall stools, with tall tales
that fired unfettered, unfiltered
from her so much taller son,
each word spittled with snorted laughter
as they floated in their isolation,
cushioned by a child's unhesitate honesty,
silky and cloud-light and nothing like her fears
which had continued to hover and to threaten
to sink her float and fade her laughter
and to let the dank win.
Instead she stayed afloat,
tethered only to her son's fingers
as they drew her further into his world,
pushing away her lost years,
floating her free to explore this genesis
of something like a second chance.
Observed encounter in Pret on London's South Bank.
Jayantee Khare Dec 2019

*the lives are changed but we are not
going back to college days didn't take a lot
revisiting the peppy past
the hue of heartwarming memories will last
eventually everyone evolved
all the boundaries duly dissolved
one thing about which none is sure
whether memories revisited or
what we created are more
everyone was in full swing
boundless were zest, zeal and zing
age reduced to 16 years
back seats taken by inhibitions and fears
ear to ear were the smiles
the age was forgotten for a while
danced like a crazy till we drop
sang till the DJ is forced to stop
kids and family were aghast
first time they saw our this avtar
many new friendships were thrived
while the old ones are revived
many new connections were made
carried a freshness which will not fade
a congregation of old companions
the celebration of silver Jubilee reunion
true friends are hidden treasure
and the fun of reunion is beyond measure *


Recently attended my college batch silver jubilee reunion, refreshing experience beyond mention..
Mark Toney Oct 2019
We're so fragile, I can't even think...

My love was dear to me and to the family,
Then came the enemy—Death.
I know the day is near when Death will disappear.
We'll welcome our loved ones again.

But we'll have to wait 'till then.
Death is the wage of sin.
Yes we'll have to wait 'till then.
Death is the wage of sin.

We're so fragile, I can't even cry...

It's so unfair and most difficult to bear
Fighting thoughts and emotions that won't end.
Pray for the day God will wash tears away
And our loved ones will be in our arms again.

But we'll have to wait 'till then.
Death is the wage of sin.
Yes we'll have to wait 'till then.
Death is the wage of sin.

We're so fragile I can't even speak...
5/7/2018 - Poetry form: Lyric - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Lyda M Sourne Sep 2019
When I was a child

I spent my days with you
Smiling
Laughing
Running
Free

When I was an adolescent

I spent my weekends with you
Smiling
Laughing
Walking
Taking my time

When I was a teenager

I spent my time
Alone
Wondering
Waiting
For you to come back

When I was a young adult

I fell in love with someone not you
Smiling
Aching
Longing
For love

When I was an adult

I spent a day with you
Smiling
Laughing
Walking
Living the moment

We had grown older
But we didn't grow up

And now we've reunited
And I hope to spend
Many happy days with you
Poem about my childhood friends who left when i was a teenager and came back after university graduation
Ashley Kaye Aug 2019
i am overcome with joy i get to see you again
your tasseled hair
a little happy sky in the gleam of your eye
a picturesque not bounded by frame

my love.

what is it that i seek
from our correspondence
July 30, 2019 simple moment of joy
Zywa Aug 2019
My son is back home,

I am congested and go –


ruminate in bed.
Thinking on “Otcy i deti” (“Fathers and children” / “Fathers and sons”, 1862, Ivan Turgenev)

Collection "Inmost"
Carrie Partain Jun 2019
We gather here, on Labor Day
Each to our family, tribute pay

The Coker clan and all it's kin
To see what kind of shape we're in

Like, who's the newest baby born
And which loved ones have since passed on

A prayer is offered for the meal
While children's eyes, a peek do steal

At a feast that's spread for man and bug
Refreshing drinks in every mug

The men see more dessert and try it
While women think 'there goes my diet'.

With bellies full, we sit and hear
About what's happened, through the year

Of jobs and hobbies, grown-ups speak
As children splash in yonder creek

Old men and babies bridge the gap
That hasn't yet outgrown the lap

When day is done, we'll all depart
With greater love in every heart

May God bless each one gathered here
And bring us safely back next year
Family reunion of the past. Unfortunately my husband divorced me after twenty-one years of marriage. I guess for better or for worse and in sickness and marriage doesn't cover MS and Marfan Syndrome as a package deal.  I was declared too much to handle...but I digress.
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