1991

Nineteen, Ninety-One.

The year that marked the end

to all of the fun.

When what was my biggest concern,

"Hey, you guys, does this mole

look like it's starting to turn?"

Foolish, Clueless,

Obnoxious, Shoeless.

I blush everytime I think of my cynical ways.

Nineteen, Ninety-One.

The year of beaches, Frisco and sun.

What I wouldn't give

to stop and really hug my 8 and 11 year old

without feeling I'm being too bold.

To tell my western family and friends

how much they mean to me.

If only then I was able to see.

Ninteen, Ninety-Two.

The year we said good-bye.

Even now, when I think of it

It makes me cry.

So to all of you reading this poem,

remember with family and friends

you're never alone.

No matter how far they are away

They're always in your heart

And loved forever and a day.