Making Memories
We traveled far up the river on
rafts made of paper and crayons.
Strange colors we favored for
flights far off in distant lands.
Afternoons of cookie crumbs
spread across the living room floor.
We sped in cars of wax and putty
and knocked down green men of war.
In rockets made of wooden sticks
We were the first to land on mars.
We fought off monsters that transformed
And shot down all the stars.
We fought both the stars and wars
right alongside the dark night.
We dressed up Joe in army clothes
so he could stand up and fight.
We played with wheels that were hot
and matched up boxes on plastic tracks
so we could be the fastest driver
To ever run the track and back.
We spent our days together
spending time making memories.
They were the best I can remember
and now I’m 63.
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