Sam

 

By Bud Lemire

I remember you living , in a green house in back on Fourteenth street
You had a little boy and girl, it would be then that we would meet
Looking back at the time, he became my best friend
Like all things in life, who would know that time would end

With all things we have in the past, he took residence in my memory
I visit them often, and there's so many of them I do see
He always had his little sister along, when we would play
She was like a friend too, so beautiful in every way

I was saddened to hear, you were going to move away
But it wasn't that far, a yellow house is where you'd stay
You married Franny Marcotte, two more kids were born to you
Time passed by, and in that time, they grew

I remember years later, I was still cutting through your yard to go
To the Miracle Market across the alley, because I had some dough
You helped Franny, run the Metropolitan for a long time
While I started writing poetry, and I learned to rhyme

I remember stopping by to say hello, at your front door window of your home
It seemed all through my life, through the neighborhood, I loved to roam
Now I take pictures, which I post when I can
I always knew you as Thelma, but others call you Sam

©Jan 30, 2024 Bud Lemire

                    Author Note:

Happy Birthday Sam!
Wishing you the very best, every day!

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