That Day

How could I not remember that day?
It was special to both of us.

Chance began to take control.
The afternoon led to silly surprises.

We felt welcome in our new home.
We felt a part of the neighborhood.

Memory can bring small gifts.
It can preserve the good as I smile.

I look forward to the holiday soon.
It will allow me to share my love with you.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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