Eighteen

Eighteen years of knowing You were always there to talk In your place at the back of the hall By my side for a journey through the woods Reading to my best friend in the kitchen Reliving history in the living room Reenacting the last century in the back yard Dressing the part Talking the walk Growing up Being a friend Talking Reading Debating Teaching Reaching Traveling far Leaving home A tearful eye A breaking heart You can return But you will not You face the morning bravely A happy day I say goodbye with sadness But it must be Today, you speak to other ears You read to your best friend History has not passed by you In you still it lives And you have three times eighteen Not only two as I did © 2015 Charles F Miller Jr