Memory Unlocked
contest: A Fragment of Life
Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key...
I look at the sky and for a brief second I know where I wish to be…
...At...
The place, the place with crooked streets,
With music, yes music pumping its beats,
Every person, in the town, my family had become
Filled every day, with soft sighs, of happiness each one
The sky was filled with sparkling glitter,
My shyness gone, not a single jitter,
Leaping from bench to bench voices high,
Singing to all, singing to none; don’t know why
Laughter echoing into the night,
Our dancing eyes the only light,
Many stares and glares, us not really caring,
Just letting go, just being ever so daring
Around and around the kiosk we went,
From bench to bench till we were spent,
We got drunk on water and high on air,
Lacking restraint, and with delight to spare,
...Because…
We were home, at the home with the crooked streets
And music, yes music pumping its beats
With my family, my friends, my home this place had become,
And every day, the laughter and our joy was never gone,
I look at the sky and for a brief second I know where I wish to be…
This experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key...
-Elsa Gonzalez
August 21, 2001
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