Family and Friends

sand box friends , schools yard chases , society separate's us but still I wonder , how are you? and where you are? morning race's against first period bells now replaced with a nine to five morning alarm. maturity crept in through the back door and now he is forever our guest. boys to men , women to mothers , was once sisters and brothers so your faces how could I ever forget? classroom walls came down .... while chalkboard knowledge became a window to the real world. could remember mommy making morning breakfast for me now I stand in the same kitchen repeating history to my very own little girl. the sun will always go down......the moon will always rise. time will always separate us , a cycle we recycle called life but to these familiar faces in memories, I could never say goodbye.