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I Am Made of Moments

I am from spaghetti from tomato pie and pigs feet dipped in sause I am from mt Italian neighborhood (treeless city streets. I am from my grandfather's house who I never met I am from yellow Duncan yo yos and Wiffle ball bats I am from the Aunt who loved me like a mother The bus rides to Asbury Park sitting 'round the pool deck in wooden lounge chairs. The sting in my nose from a salty ocean The sand in my hair to neon rides in the twilight. I am from those moments memories are made; Days so swiftly squandered away

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Judy Ball

Date: 4/12/2019 10:57:00 AM

Very well expressed my friend. I could see the boy in my mind's eye experiencing all those things that come back to us when we are simply doing nothing. The home cooked dinners made with loving hands, the games played in the streets, the trips to the park, the beach, etc. All those things help to make up the person we are today. Loved this. God Bless and Happy Easter to you and yours. JB

Allen Beilschmidt Sr.
Date: 4/12/2019 11:35:00 AM

Thank you so much Judy. And a happy Easter to you as well