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Nancy Lankowski Poem
I remember when I was young,
I would live for the week ends,
Because they were always spent,
Up Gramma Kelly's,
All her jams and jellies,
i remember when I was young.
In the summer,
We'd play hide-and-seek,
Go to baseball games at the Little League,
Sit on her front porch and sing,
Fall in love with the boy across the street,
In the summer up Gramma Kelly's.
And in the winter,
We would sleigh ride,
Build snowmen outside,
Go ice skating,
Warm up with sugar bread and tea,
In the winter up Gramma Kelly's.
But now Gramma Kelly is gone,
And only memories live on,
Of the days of summer and winter when I was young,
Up Gramma Kelly's.
Copyright © Nancy Lankowski | Year Posted 2007
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Nancy Lankowski Poem
Silence is golden,
Or so I've been told.
But silence is not golden,
No value does it hold.
In the wee hours of the morning,
Or late in the night,
I feel the stillness around me,
It's grip is so tight.
When it is too quiet,
And there is no one but me,
I begin to hear and see images,
That logically can not be.
No familiar noises,
To assure me it is false,
Just the silence and those visions,
Confirming my doubts.
Life is too short,
To have silence as a friend,
When life ceases,
There is only silence in the end.
Copyright © Nancy Lankowski | Year Posted 2007
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