Facebook and Remembering

I remember a sleepover and an aborted attempt to get up early and scare up mischief

He couldn’t wake me up

I can picture the crazy drawings she made me

And can remember looking for a penny so

I could ask her for her thoughts

I can still see all of them playing pool in my basement

Singing along with …

Well I’d rather not say

I still have the lion hand puppet she gave me

And can clearly remember walking hand in hand

With her and my mom

To kindergarten

In the shadow of a solar eclipse

It’s all there

And much more

Waiting for a door opened

By a post about her son in the boy scouts

His broken hearted adventure through the South

His partner’s sister’s baby

Or a picture of her face

Waiting

And waiting

With more hope than ever before

For whatever that’s worth