Leona

An old friend died today. I lift my head and look back, Down the long fabric of my past. I remember us at a party – We partied a lot in those “Salad days” of our youth! At one another’s homes Babies, bolstered with pillows, Slept on upstairs beds. Good-natured competitions Produced late night buffets. The 20-40 Club – surely we’d Never be more than 40! What skits we put on! The picnics and treasure hunts, Singing in Musical Arts Concerts at Troy Music Hall, New Year’s Eve – a dinner-dance, Then on ‘til dawn and Bacon and eggs At the all night diner. In later years we kept in touch – Calls, Christmas cards, rare visits - Time always dropped away, And we were back there yet! Even now I only see Leona young - Smiling that wonderful smile That would light a room – And singing, always singing!