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