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This is the poem I read at the MHS Class of 67 reunion program last night…


I hold the well-worn book within my hands,
Trace the cover, the letters, with my fingers.
I draw it near, close my eyes and breathe it in.
After all the years, the scent of new still lingers.

Tucked inside the covers and left quietly behind,
Faces from my youth smile back at me through time.
Parting words on faded paper whisper in my ears,
“Good luck, have fun, remember me through the years.”

We stepped from the pages, wrapped in our dreams.
Left to find the future and fulfill our destinies.
For those who stayed behind, sleeping peacefully,
You and I, forever friends, became their legacy.

~C. L. Gillmore, © 2012~

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