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