Your name is constant, on our lips and in our stories, always

on our minds.

about the time you rode a bike standing up on the seat

and you were only five;

and when you stole the gum and were the neighborhood hero

until we busted you and made you take it back and apologize;

about the time you climbed the log walls to get to the cookie jar

and when you took that exchange student to the homecoming dance

because she needed a date and was too shy to go alone.

You are always here, always in our stories and on our minds,

in our hearts and every day

we think of you and speak of you

and remember,

and miss you more

with every passing day.


About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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