Claire V. Bogdanos

Sometimes I think, when I do recall

All those precious days when I was small

I would grasp my mommy’s hand so tight

As we crossed the street without a light

We always walked close and side by side

Or shared the seat on a trolley ride.

We were such great pals she and I

While all of the years were passing by

And as those times seem to fly away

Appears we switched places on one day

It was she who took my hand to cross

And me who watched she did not get lost.

Those days are gone and I miss her much

And long for the warmth of her sweet touch

I wish I knew what I could have said

Before she passed and our friendship fled !