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Our Porch, My Memories
Contributed by
daydreamer
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Friday, 18th April 2003 @ 07:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I am sitting out here on our front porch
When I was younger I would lay out here and scorch
I used to lay out here with out a top trying to catch your eye
You used to always act like you were starring up at the sky
I used to always hope for that one day you would be mine
I just knew if you would make me yours everything would be fine
When I finally reached the age of 13 you finally came over to talk
That summer I truly fail in love with you every time we went for a walk
At first neither of us knew what to do or how to act
We told each other that we would always be together, that was our pact
You were 2 years old but when we were together you couldn’t tell
You were always in and out of trouble always needing bail
When I reached the age of 16 you promised me your ring
Every night you would come over and lay your head in my lap and ask me to sing
I wanted nothing more then to give you the rest of my life
But when I was 18 the news your brought me cut like a knife
You were enlisting into the military to help out our country
That night I cried in your arms under old maple tree
You stayed up with me all night as we sat on my porch
You promised to give me whatever I wanted, so we wed in the spring
While you were out fighting in a war a million miles away I was teaching our baby girl to sing
you wrote every now and then to tell us you were fine and to check in
After the calls and letters stopped I only had the ring you gave me that was mad of tin
It was all we could afford but it was all I needed to know you cared
I was up thinking of you again, its been nearly 8 years since I have heard your voice
Now the only thing I can do is sit here and think of you, I have no other choice
This porch has seen so much of me and you, this is were we spent our nights and days
So I guess I no longer can call it my porch I guess now its our porch in a lot of ways
I am old and gray now, our lovely daughter is raised and has a family of her own
But in my memory she is still on laying on our porch playing, your still in my lap
As I close my eyes and my soul drifts up to you, to the sky above
I see you waiting with open eyes and I know you were my one true love
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2003-04-18 19:05:00]
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Re: Our Porch, My Memories
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by LOWMAN613 on
Friday, 18th April 2003 @ 07:21:01 PM AEST
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AAHHH A beautiful memory yet so touching!
A real keep saker!
Christina |
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Re: Our Porch, My Memories
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by wolfflow on
Sunday, 20th April 2003 @ 02:54:04 PM AEST
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| wow, an amazing poem, a wonderful read. |
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Re: Our Porch, My Memories
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 04:09:07 PM AEST
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| beautiful and loving poem:) hugs nessa |
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