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My Childhood Friend

MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 03/16/2025)
Dedicated to Connie Steeves

Our friendship goes way back
I believe we were in grade 3?
In our brown and beige uniforms
At Lower Coverdale Christian Academy 

At first, I hung out with your sister 
But little did I ever know 
That we would become much closer 
And our friendship would surely grow

A Childhood Friend

It was a normal day,
The day he had his first puff.
Children played beneath the sun,
And weary songs filled the air.

Time didn’t stop as he’d been told,
Not even the old man cast a glance
As he stammered, "A pack of cigarettes, please."

Between his fingers, he held the cigar,
For the first time, he felt in control.
With a spark,

Our Two Cents

On my mothers’ group Zoom,
Six of us in the “room,” 
We remember what we used to do
When our babies would cry
Or, asleep, how they’d lie
And what helped us, back then, to get through.

What made us reminisce
Was, with grandkids now, this –
Things are not done the same way today
And our children, all grown,
With some kids of

David Cherry

His dad was a Commercial Traveller
Who went to work in a suit and tie
Didn’t have that weathered complexion
From daily working under open sky.
They lived last house in Mill Row
The village school not very far.
Unlike most of village families
They’d both a bathroom and a car.

He had an electric train set 
Which he set up one day
Then

Childhood Friends

man and woman, earlier boy and girl
take a walk in the park 
enlivened by the chirpy song of a lark
behold pure joy unfurl

childlike innocence frolics with delight
agendaless exuberance prevails
in the void, both lift soul’s sails
as they so embark on a wingless flight

Summer Heat Wave

I remember where the sidewalk ended
Next to where the old fan palm grew
That waved its many hands at me
As I walked home from school each day
And of course I always waved politely back

In childhood anything can be befriended
But even as a kid I knew
That wind, not wonder, moved the tree
Yet I named it Summer Heat

My Childhood Friend

Were I enamored by a pleasant fragrance,
like a magnet, I would draw sniffers to me.

If I were covered with filth, I would draw flies.
A profaned loud mouth would draw angry ears.

A childhood friend drew many girls to himself.
On the other hand, they showed no interest in me.

I inquired of him a reason for the difference.
He

My Friend Yanzi

Taken by circumstances and not by dreams;
Blown by winds adrift on just any stream;

We grew up together and were the best of friends;
but after high school, he disappeared, drifted away.

Yanzi went with the flow, never planning where to go.
He did not care, and where he was headed, he didn't know.

Boarding a bus along the Mexico

Rare Air

2000 miles is a long way, and 50 plus years is a very long time.
It spells the time and space that have separated me and my two best
childhood friends. Back then, whether it was hay, ammonia, cowboys,
sling shots, or rubber tires, somewhere in the mix were my two friends.
Presently, there is a loving memory of

School Is Full of Fun

School is full of fun,
But they say the fun has just begun,
But there are some people,
Who make the ambiance blue,
Yeah, I dedicate this to you,
The unwanted commenter who always beeps in through.

School is full of fun,
But they say the fun has just begun,
Because there are friends that are true,
Who always have your back in the

Royal Tea

Bowser and Mittens, Pooh, Fluffy and I
sat with the Queen for her afternoon tea.
Minding our manners, all silent and shy -
each of us awestruck by Her Majesty.

We all were rescues, she loved us in spite,
though we were commoners, she took us in;
loved us and fed us each morning and night,
asked how our day was and

Memories

Memories sway away
Like calendar is torn off 
Page by page
Day by day
But
Memories can be recycle
Till fresh and complete
Not torn like the calendar forever
A day off from the calendar you feel sad
Because you're losing some more time
But a pinch from the memories
You feel happy
Because you are gaining back 
Some time from the past
Whenever I remember her
As

My Childhood Friend, a Letter-F

Dear Jack.

I see you running toward me with a smile on your face when I call your name. I never saw you in a bad mood, sick, sad, or lonely, or angry for      
any reason. When we met, our hearts connected and merged together      

That Framed and Famous Day

With starting lines in measured meters 
Down back alleys we would run.
Asphalt drawn with borrowed paint 
Against each other’s clocks.

However matter what the speed, 
Our youth could not outrun 
The dimming of the light.
We ran with ragged t-shirts flying white, 
Battle-flags of poverty and youth. 
Swiss cheese costumes trailing 
From tanned-skin bodies. 

Cloud-like storms in

June Bug Day

New June bug day risin 
Pancake fryin smell 
Outside yo window 
To the kitchen down below
Curtains blowin in the breeze, 
Leaves on treetops swayin
All I’m sayin is 
What comes a day 
Bein born
Is all you need 
When you a child 
In this big old world
Gots love and love and 
Mama’s love some mo

Don’t matter bout

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