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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Our Porch, My Memories
[time] => 2003-04-18 19:05:00
[hometext] => Enjoy!!!!
[bodytext] => 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 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 43 [informant] => daydreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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