And then we ate
the big dinner that
Mother had slaved over for
so
long.

Later, after the fireflies
had vanished into the night,
we lay, still as a death-watch beetle,
among the tall grasses, until they
called
us home.

Then, as the Twilight Zone
droned on,
the laughter of Summer Nights
became a memory for us,
never suspecting that this
was the year
our
hearts
would
die.
This was the year we grew up.

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Paul C. (gothic-boy) - 8/9/2014 11:05 AM ET

Would love to hear your comments about my poetry and stories!

Silvercat - - 9/1/2014 4:14 PM ET

What a moving piece! Your dimply stated memories are just loaded with layers of meaning - thanks.

Silvercat - - 9/1/2014 4:15 PM ET

What a moving piece! Your simply stated memories are just loaded with layers of meaning - thanks.

Frances O. (theblackdot) - 9/13/2014 9:40 PM ET

Paul, Such a touching poem. Intense. In the first stanza, maybe put, after the big dinner. In the third stanza, maybe put, the laughter of many summer nights.

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