Wednesday, 16 September 2015

A Childhood Memory after a Poem by Leroy Quintana

When I was young
We used to run around 
Our rustic wooden table
While pretending to be something I have forgotten
As they watched with a smile on their faces
Then, after a day of adventure 
We would read together a story

Now, taller and older
I run off in all directions
Trying to keep up with a supersonic age
Nevertheless, we drink Mate every afternoon 
At 5:00, together

Then, after a day of hard work
I read a story

L.Darcy

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