The Suburbs
we were blessed
with the rhythm of laughter and companionship
born into a family that taught us
loyalty and the joy of taking our time
we were mentored
in the school of good and right
to speak our minds, but always with a tempered voice
to question authority but always be polite
to listen carefully before speaking and never lie
my memories are carefree and childlike
peppered with a little danger and just a dash of wild
silly as we could be
with our toes just barely touching the earth's surface
we read and sang and spun ourselves around until we were dizzy with the notion
of an existence that had more than we needed
but less than we wanted
we were children,
of children,
of the depression
living it up in a middle class paradox called the suburbs
Copyright © Patricia Koch | Year Posted 2005
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