Do you remember?

Do you remember how used to be?
The crinkle of the tarp, color of the paint.
Swinging on the swing set, just you and me.
Laughing all the time, never a complaint.
Do you remember the first year we were,
Bacon for Christmas, and Wendy’s for lunch,
And with where we’re at now, it all was a blur.
But things had to change, I had a hunch.
Fighting and crying, it was such a mess.
We got over it quick, tried to re-adjust.
All over the place, it was too much stress,
But we fixed it completely, we based it on trust.
We’re fine now, and I’m glad it was you that I found.
I find comfort in knowing you’ll still be around.


Where I’m from.

Me, I am from teasing and ridicule,
Here from broken boats and station wagons,
Repaired with worn out boots and broken tools.
We wear Pony-tails and cheap bandannas.
Between Rockaway and Jamaica Bay,
Stuck right smack in the heart of the channel.
Pirate Island, our favorite getaway,
We’ll row our small boats with broken paddles.
I am from shut-up, get up and sit down.
From parochial school and floral park,
Everywhere you turn,
there’s family around.
In this small town, we’ve all made our mark.
And at the pier, where it still feels like home,
In this grungy old town, where we’re never alone.